“I Don’t Get It”

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.

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