Chapter Twenty Four: Misters & Pictures
~ A day after my dad’s funeral, I crashed, and I slowly burned. I didn’t eat, I couldn’t sleep. It’s like someone gave me one of those shots that takes all my happiness away, to make me feel nothing but depression. But it should be the total opposite, but I’m not happy. Losing my dad was like losing a part of me that I was so attached to. But now? I’m a different person. I became someone I’m not. “Come eat dinner June.” My mom said for the third time that night. “Not hungry.” I replied for the third time. But I was hungry. I just can’t eat right now. Now when I feel like puking all over the place whenever I see or smell food. “I’m not going to ask again.” “What’s your problem?” I snap at her. Whatever she was going to say stopped in her throat. “I’m ti
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