I was still in my thoughts when he came rushing again,
"Travis! The kitchen is filled with plates!"
I looked up at him, still silent.
"What?"
I nodded, seconds later, and remained lingered in my thoughts.
Witnessing his normal behavior, it was evident; he didn't remember any of it.
Nor the tears, the wail, and his abnormal revelations.
I remained silent, not gathering the courage to ask him.
Though the moments were so clear in my head.
* *
"Help me, Mom! You left me here...and everything is killing me!!!"
"Mom!"
"What difference did dad make? Did he leave you? Yeah..maybe he did...so?"
"You had me?! Should you have left like that??"
"Ugh!"
"I wanna die, mom~"
