I don’t get it.
Everyone around me was crying. Any minute now, we’d probably be swimming in their tears. I was standing in the middle of it all, with my thumb stuck in my mouth. Mom used to scold me for doing it but today, she didn’t even spare me a glance as she was too busy sobbing.
I slowly walked towards that box everyone has been trying to avoid.
I pulled up a chair and climbed on it. I peeked through the glass and waved. “Hi, Dad.”
Dad’s just sleeping. So why were they crying? I don’t get it.