Friday, June 8th 2018
Nothing I could do to scare them off worked. They started moving in last week, they first started in our bedroom. They saw my wife's perfume and threw it in the trash can! They called it junk! It's not junk, it's my memories, it was so important to me and now it's gone! But wait, it catches the eye of their oldest daughter. "Don't throw that out, can I keep it?" This makes me ecstatic, maybe this memory of my wife won't be gone after all. The mom jumps in right before the father can speak "As long as you don't use it, you can keep it. I don't want you having a reaction Anna". Is that her name? Anna? I like Anna. She seems to know the good in things, the value that things may have held to people. She also has a comforting aura. Maybe them selling my house isn't so bad, maybe I won't be so lonely. I begin to feel hopeful.
Suddenly I realize the father is yelling. He's mad about the perfume, although I don't understand why, it's just perfume. The mother is trying to calm him but he only seems to be growing angrier. Suddenly he hits her leaving a bright red handprint on her pale skin. This angers me. She didn't do anything wrong, she's a good mother. Why should she have to suffer from him not being able to control his emotions?
The mom orders pizza and the whole family eats in silence. Suddenly the youngest daughter speaks up. "What happened to your eye mom"? "I just fell I'm ok" the mom says as she forces a smile. Poor little girl, she doesn't understand.
She seems to be only 8-9. After everyones done eating dinner they all go to bed as if nothing happened. Such a shame, I wanna help them but I can't. Not yet at least.
