"Whizzer's suppose to be here making dinner," Dad groaned, throwing his briefcase on the floor with a thud.
I watched from the couch, my eyes darting between my father and my gameboy's flashing screen as I lose a Pokémon battle. I opened my mouth to protest, but immediately close it. Mendel said this was normal. The mention of Whizzer still being around. The sadness in his eyes when it hits him that Whizzer isn't here. The breaking down of my father when he realizes Whizzer will never be here again.
Mendel calls it "the five stages of grief."
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the five stages of grief ⇒ falsettos | ✔️ #Wattys2018
Fanfiction≫ the five stages of grief: a falsettos fanfiction ≪ we all grieve in different ways but after whizzer's funeral, marvin begins what mendel calls "the five stages of grief." get ready for an experience like no other in falsettoland. ♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎ ≫ a...
