Rhett:
The teacher is saying something but I am barely listening, my mind keeps fanning back home, back when things were simple. Back when I had a complete family, the memories start jumbling together in my head, when Nova, my little sister always begged me to play tea party with her and I would tell her ‘It’s a girl thing’
I missed when we would stay under mom’s favourite blanket, staring at the stars. I would point at the stars trying to explain them in a way her ten year old mind would process. I think about Nova a lot now, she’s the only family I have left, how’s she now after six years? Is she there, missing her big brother?
“Mr. Rowan?” The teacher calls out to me, snapping me out of my thoughts. “Care to share what you’re thinking with the class?”
Someone snickers from the back
