Joy
I had been to Alex’s house lots of times. It was way bigger than our house, and it had a lot of windows and fancy looking furniture, and they even had a maid who helped out with the cooking and cleaning. But somehow, it had an empty feeling, like it was just a big fancy building, and not a real home. The couches weren’t comfortable to sit on and the kitchen smelled more like cleaning products than tasty food.
I guess that’s why Alex liked to go see his grandma every weekend.
Even though the doctor had given Mommy a pair of crutches, Mr. Falcon insisted on carrying her inside himself. Probably because Mommy kept falling asleep in the car and mumbling funny things about how good Mr. Falcon smelled. The tips of Mr. Falcon’s ears turned a little red and he kept mumbling something lik
