I walk into my Meme and Pepe's house, just like every day. Once I enter the house I sprint into their room, "Pepe!" I scream in excitement while launching my seven-year old self onto Pepe's stomach.
"Oof, how are you doing my little Muskarus?" Pepe says while setting his book down. My Pepe is French so he always calls me Muskarus (spelling not accurate). Which roughly translates to trouble.
"Good!" I tell him, jumping up and down on his cheats. "Can we go play some go fish?" I ask him. Pepe and I play go fish whenever I am there, and I win a lot of the time.
"Okay, but only till supper starts." He tells me.
We go out to the living room to start the game. He sits in his chair and I sit on the foot stool that goes to the rocking chair. We set up a table and get out the cards. After a while I look at Pepe and say, "Could I have a piece of candy from your drawer?" My Pepe has a 'secret' stash of candy that he keeps in his sock drawer, and I always take a piece. The candy ranges from butterscotch hard candy, to KitKat bars, and anything in-between.
"Well I don't think I have any more but if you find a piece you can have it." I jump up and run into his room to dig through his drawer. Sure enough I find a KitKat.
"I found one, I found one!" I chant while skipping back out to the living room. We finish the game just in time to have Lasagna, mine and Pepe's favorite meal.
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In the Lack of a Heart Beat
Short Storythis story describes a tragic event that happen once in my life