You don't eat. You don't have an appetite. The teachers worry about your slipping grades. Your parents worry about you. They think you should be happy. Its Easter, after all. Candy. Eggs. Fluffy little bunnies.
Death caused by heart problems.
"Oh, buttercup, could you be a dear and wash these dishes?"
"Sure mom. Whatever you need."
"I think I hear your father in the driveway. I told him to pick up some groceries. Could you go help him with the bags?"
"Sure, mom."
"Hey, dad, do you need any help with that?"
"No thanks, Hon. I got this."
"Oh... Ok. I'm off to wash some dishes then."
"The teachers are worried about your grades. They're slipping.."
"Oh, I just lose things. A lot of them"
"Ok then... Be sure to find them, ok?"
"Ok mom. Ok dad."
He bought a bag of candy, and some plastic eggs. Every year. Because James was too old to hunt for the eggs. And so I could find them.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Fall in the Clouds
No FicciónShe's falling through the clouds, thinking of her dead brother. With an oblivious mother, a dad who's always working, and friends who are friends because of the pity vote, her life sucks.
