The Visitor

I'm going to miss him

I've stopped sobbing, I'm thinking. From my room I can hear my parents and Olivia and her mum. My brothers are in their room. I can hear Olivia's mum apologizing, and Mum saying it wasn't her fault. Dad isn't saying much. I think he's not sure what to say. It seems so unfair. I keep thinking that I never got to show Olivia my dog, how he tilted his head, how his little doggy eyes see right through me, how he put his paws up and begged while I ate my food. I'm going to miss him a lot, but I'll get through it. I take a deep breath and walk into the kitchen.