August 27, 2021

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Hey mom,

I'm sorry, mommy. I couldn't save him. They found him after we left last night, sprawled on the bathroom floor. Blood was everywhere. Maybe if I'd seen he wasn't happy, I could've helped him.

Or maybe not.

I'm scatterbrained, mom. He was like a second dad. He's the only one in the family other than daddy that didn't force me to talk. That understood my silence and why I saved my words.

Mori's sick, mommy. He's dying. And it's all because I couldn't save him.

But he's not sick painful. He's sick like when you're sad because you dropped your punch on the carpet and don't want daddy to find out. But he feels that way all the time. And none of us knew.

He wants to get better before his baby gets here next month.

But I don't know. I don't know anything.

Love,
Sophie

MORI IS MY FAVE SO THIS IS KILLING ME

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