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We pulled in front of the apartment duplex that I lived in. I felt kinda embarrassed but there was nothing I could do to change it. "You want us to come in with you?" Leo asked. I wrote down no thanks but thank you for everything and gave a small smile. I handed Jack his note pad and exited the car. I wanted to run in but succeeded in a speed walk. I didn't realize that they didn't drive off until they did when I unlocked and opened my door. Yet again weird. I sighed and entered the apartment. It looked untouched from when I left it this morning. The breakfast I left my mom was untouched. I sighed. I threw away the toast and eggs and pulled out the casserole I made a few days ago. I heated it up and headed to my mom's room. I knocked on her door and entered. There were drawings and paintings everywhere. Most of them unfinished. My mom was in her bed drawing in pensil. I smiled. My mom is an artist. Though after my dad died she's been a bit off and on. To day was an on day. I navigated the room and joined her on her bed handing her the casserole. "Oh thank you sweetie, I forgot to eat again. Wait don't move." She quickly flipped the page and began to draw me. I was a little annoyed that I couldn't just watch her draw, but at the same time really happy. My mom an amazing artist. She should get more recognition for her work. I sat there for about an hour trying not to move before she finished. "Alright what do you think." She flipped the page and showed me what she drew. She drew me but, she drew me if I wasn't my ugly self. I wish I was that beautiful. I wanted to cry but I just gave her the thumbs up and curled right next to her as she returned to what she was drawing before. They were three wolfs. I watched how she curved the pencil for each and every detail. It was soothing for me to watch. These were the days that I longed for. Though most days she has glassy eyes as she goes about her day. She does normal things like go shopping for food and doing all the bills. But I like it more when she is like this. After a bit I left to go do my homework. I got to my room and realized I didn't have any. I looked at my small room. I don't have a lot of stuff. I have a bed, side table and wardrobe. My bedding is just a plain sky blue I only had a ten year old brown teddy bear. On my side table I had a Mickey mouse clock. My dad gave it to me when I was 7 and I just couldn't get rid of it. I looked at my bedside clock and saw it wasn't even close to time to go to bed. I sat on my bed an pulled my newest sketch book from under my bed. I am nothing like my mom. I mostly just copy over peoples designees and put them together and call it art. Though it calms me down and I really like doing it. Though I have never told anyone about it. Till today. Now Frank is probably going to bug me about wanting to see them. I pulled the book to an empty page and began to draw. I didn't even care what I drew. Halfway threw the drawing I realized what I was drawing. I froze. Why was I drawing this. I shook my head. Well it doesn't look bad. I might as well finish it. I continued drawing. An hour later I finished. I still didn't get why I drew what I did. I drew the triplet boys holding out there hands to someone. Whatever. I closed the book and returned it to it's hiding place. I looked at the clock and saw it was time to sleep. I got up and changed in to my Star Wars pajamas. If you couldn't tell I'm a huge nerd. I am still morning the loss of Harrison Ford a.k.a. Han Solo. I considered checking on my mom. Sometimes she doesn't go to sleep if I don't check on her. No today is an on day. She should me fine. I turned off the light and jumped into bed. Weirdly my thoughts went to the triplets. They were the first people in who knows how long that have been... nice. In one day they had made me feel kinda safe around them. I kinda liked it. For some odd reason I also missed them. That was my last thought before I fell asleep.