GENEVIEVE
Since I desensitized myself to the letter C and its words, crying included, I don't do it anymore. Well, I don't do it much. But it's as if these tears have a mind of their own. They're not due to the word itself. This isn't my irrational reaction to a random word. This is pulled from a place so deep inside me that I have no idea where it's located. It doesn't matter that my neck hurts and my body is stiff from the uncomfortable sleeping position. All my psyche can process is that Dad might be dead.
I'll be alone without my father. The man who painted the world with bright colors and then laid it at my feet. The man who scowled at the world but only smiled at me. Now, I'll have no one to sing me a happy birthday off-key. No one will hug me goodbye every morning or eat din
