Sunny and Mari's mother sat in her small apartment living rooms, the lights off, dirty dishes in the sink. Tears ran down her face as she realized that this was the first Christmas with both of her babies gone. Her daughter killed herself over four years ago. Her son killed himself not even a year ago.
What had she done wrong?
She had obviously failed her kids, to make them want to kill themselves, and the fact she never knew, that she never saw the signs, and now her two beautiful kids were gone. Dead. 6 feet in the ground, buried side by side in a grave yard two hours away.
She couldn't even wish their gravestones merry Christmas.
Kel and Hero's parents kept the misery to themselves as they ate dinner with their family. The first family dinner without their kids.
What had gone wrong?
Had they pressured Hero too much?
Did they make Kel feel inferior?
Was it a messed up gene? Would Sally be next?
Aubrey's mom didn't even care. She was just mad she stopped receiving child support.
Basil's parents didn't fly back to faraway town to see their son being buried. Polly wept and wept though.
Merry fucking Christmas.
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