Theea
I grin in agreement, and speak low enough so that the driver won’t hear me over the rain. “I wonder how much of it he already has lost to the mud.” And then I crinkle my nose. “I wonder how much of it he pulls out of the mud and puts back in here.”
I then blink a little—he really just keeps getting more and more interesting. Or am I just easily fascinated? No, I decide. An orphan with a leg doing its best, raised in the Greatwood, apprenticed under an undertaker… For never leaving home, he didn’t live what might be called a typical life. ”That sounds like a hard job. I’m glad for you, that you’re creating now. I’d love to see your wares sometime.”
It’s strange to hear those words—I realize that people don’t know my dad died. Why would they? No one knows me. ”Thank you,” I say, meeting his eye. ”I am too.” I take a deep breath and try not to think too hard about all the things I miss about him, or how hollow our lives felt after he was gone. It had been difficult to carry on, for mom most especially. I try not to resent her for how much she shut down. ”Pretty sure she’s off trying to figure out how to bring him back. She’s never said so, but I’m not stupid. I don’t think that’ll happen though. He must be happy in Mort’s halls right? Just waiting for us.”
I then blink a little—he really just keeps getting more and more interesting. Or am I just easily fascinated? No, I decide. An orphan with a leg doing its best, raised in the Greatwood, apprenticed under an undertaker… For never leaving home, he didn’t live what might be called a typical life. ”That sounds like a hard job. I’m glad for you, that you’re creating now. I’d love to see your wares sometime.”
It’s strange to hear those words—I realize that people don’t know my dad died. Why would they? No one knows me. ”Thank you,” I say, meeting his eye. ”I am too.” I take a deep breath and try not to think too hard about all the things I miss about him, or how hollow our lives felt after he was gone. It had been difficult to carry on, for mom most especially. I try not to resent her for how much she shut down. ”Pretty sure she’s off trying to figure out how to bring him back. She’s never said so, but I’m not stupid. I don’t think that’ll happen though. He must be happy in Mort’s halls right? Just waiting for us.”
welcome to the world of pretend
where we pretend we don't feel pain
where we pretend we don't feel pain
