February 17, 2012
We can’t afford that.
We can’t stay here.
We have to…
We have to…
I don’t know how to say this.
I have to leave.
Go live with…
my grandparents.
We’ll leave.
No one can know.
Not even my dad.
I know why.
He’d take us
My sister wouldn’t mind…
…but I would.
She can’t even know.
She’d tell.
She’d cry… whine.
Only I know.
Me and my mother.
Me, the one who is supposed strong.
And my mother, who carries a burden I can’t even imagine.

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