4 Years ago
Louis
The day Micah was supposed to be buried; my mom called me to say that they won’t be able to come. Dad was promoted at his job, and they plan on celebrating life rather than mourn something that they can’t control. Micah and I are disposable compared to their jobs.
“It’s all about the good things and maximizing them, Puppy” even the childhood nickname she often called me felt disgusting like bile stuck in my throat after I went sick on myself. But I admired how much I was able to put down my phone without throwing it to the wall. I didn’t beg them to go. I know enough that no amount of begging would make them want to be here.
Micah and I understand that our parents are like this. They had children for the novelty of having children, but they weren’t in it for the long
