Broken

5-Alone

"Good night, Dillan. Thank you for the ride." I tell him as I get out of his car.
"No problem. Are you alright?" he asks, concerned.
I nod and slam his door and walk up the steps to my house.
I live alone since momma and papa died when I was little. My auntie and uncle looked after me until they died as well. My grandmama and grandpapa took me in after that. They had moved into my momma and papa's old farmhouse and I help grandpapa with the farming and cattle and grandmama with the cooking and cleaning. They died the week of my eighteenth birthday and I was then legally allowed to live on my own.
I now live alone in a large old farmhouse.
I used to have a dog named Thorgi who had Thorgina later and a couple of other dogs named Cookie, Phoenix, Jiggy, and Puma.
When my momma and papa died, Sally offered to take the under her care, since she has a bigger house. I agreed. I sadly gave the rest of my beloved animals away and now I live in a big empty house. Alone. Why am I always so broken?
I walk inside and grab my favorite ice cream, mint chocolate chip, and some sprinkles, chocolate sauce, caramel, fudge, chocolate chips, waffles cones, and a huge bowl and dump it all in their. I go into my room and pop in The Sound of Music and cry.