The room was silent; the sound of birds chirping outside and Grandma’s slightly grown trees hitting the window was the only thing that could be heard. The windows were pulled closed because of how freezing the damn weather was. I was in a coat Rina and I had gotten sullenly on our way home from the hospital, no one ready to make a sound.
“You know I wouldn’t give you something fake, right? I mean, I love to hate you too much to pull that s**t. You need to talk—what do we do with it?” She spread her arms out dramatically, and I knew she was trying her best not to smoke around me after all the rules the doctor had stated before we left. I also wished I could smoke, but I’d be coughing like a f*****g asthmatic patient.
“Keep it, call Papa, or get… you know, get rid of it.” She whispered the
