Another day here.
Another "day" here, I should say.
I don't remember dying, you know.
I remember my last day.
I remember picking Val up from school, and taking the bus home.
I remember calling mama on the payphone and asking if she could make dinner that night, then I let Valerie in and went to pick up the paper and then nothing.
Black.
I remember exactly what she was wearing, my Val.
It was picture day so I got her all gussied up.
I put her in two little braids, with little red bows at the ends.
She was wearing this adorable pink dress, with short sleeves and ruffles.
She looked as cute as a button.
Of course, she hated it.
Nearly ripped my hair out when I tried to get the dress on her.
Anytime I tried to get her ready it'd be a fight. God forbid I try to do her hair.
'Mama it hurts! It hurts! You're killing me!'
'I haven't even started brushing it yet.'
She'd scream like that every morning, before I even brought out the comb.
We had to write apology letters to our neighbors, I lost count of how many.
When I picked her up, her hair was not only out of the braids but somehow she managed to cut half of it off.
When children do things like that, all you can do is laugh. You'll strangle them if you don't.
I wonder where she thinks I am.
If she thinks I left her.
No, she knows me better than that.
Everyone does.
I wonder If they've found my body yet.
Hopefully, it doesn't look too horrible.
I hope they don't cremate me.
I don't want to be burned.
It's not like I'll feel it, but the idea of it is horrifying.
Everything physical about me, reduced to ash and embers, stuffed in a vase somewhere.
My grandmother was cremated.
Every day I had to stare at that ugly vase on our mantle.
It sends shivers down my spine just thinking about it.
I didn't understand the concept of death, most kids don't.
Every time I looked at all I could think about was her, stuffed in an oven.
A roaring fire roasting her skin as she screamed in pain.
We lost the urn. I don't remember how.
I need to go for a walk.
VOUS LISEZ
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