The day I met EMMery

Death

"EMMery?"
"EMMery. It has my old names initals and yet its my own"
"ok EMMery, are you hungry? Thirsty?"
"yes sir".
I walk out leaving him a empty notepad and a pen to distract himself. I walk out the room, and my partner Carla immediatly rushes to my side, i can see the kids gotten to her just as much as myself. She walks next to me down the corridor twoard the cafeteria to grab the food for the kid and myself. She suddenly speaks shocking me out of my trance. "Thats some kid huh". I look at her, and see the struggle in her face of keeping the convo upbeat.  I shuffle foward in the long line, "yeah hes something, i feel sorry for him instead of hatred for the murder." "i dont think he murdered them" "whys that he told us himself." "i dont know he seems too kind for that." "well see." i walk out the line with the food and drinks on a tray, i got EMMery a cookie just to earn his trust. Most kids are simple like that.
Me and Carla give an understanding nod and i walk back in the room seeing that emery has been busy. The walls are covered in pen, theres drawing filled papers everywhere, i see that the pen must have been leaky because his hands are covered in blue, he looks up and gives a toothy grin. EMMery immediatey starts talking a million miles and hour explaining everything in the room, with a loud expressive voice, interchanging facial expressions, wild hands, and constant movement. His mood seems to have lightened by a thousand degrees because he is bursting with excitement. I set the tray down and start cleaning the mess up, he looks with a slightly sour expression, huffs and starts to help. When all is clean and the pile of drawing is sitting neatly next to our tray, i set everything out for him, and clean his hands of ink. "There now you can eat." He immediatly starts to chow down, taking mouthfuls every two seconds. "Slow down." he looks up and starts to slow, once he slows down enough i say "continue with the story EMMery". He takes a deep breath and continues on.
"Hmmm where was i, oh yeah my mom died. I begged her to to stay, and she promised shed always be here." he points to his heart. " then we promised with our souls." "what?" "we promised our souls" "what is that?" " I'll show you. Ummmm we need something to promise." "here i promise you can eat my cookie" "ok we connect pinkys on both hands, so our hands make an X. Then we make the promise." "i promise you can eat my cookie." "then we kiss each others hands." He kisses my hands and i feel obligated to follow suit but im supposed to be proffessional. "Come on do it back." he has an exasperrated look, like im in the wrong. I give two quick pecks, and i look up knowing that my face is cherry red. "Then we release it in a firework." he motions with his hands upwards making an explosion when his arms are all the way up. I mimick him, learning this strange trust. "Annnnnd the tickle monster comes!", he tries to tickle me but its uneffective. He looks me dead in the eye and sits down blushing and embarressed. "Sooo moving on, continue the story." "ok." He chomps into the cookie i didnt know he had taken   . I look down to check even though i already know the answer, confirming that the cookie is gone, i look up to see him take the last bite. He looks me in the eye and starts giggling, crumbs spraying from his mouth and onto the table. "Hey, focus the story." " ok, ok."
" she died, but she was still there, and so was my dad, things were good for a while. We were still a family, Nothing changed except she was becoming gross twoard the end. We cleaned her and did everything we could but she was starting to not be my mom, and become more of a blob of flesh."
"what did she look like?"
"her hair was nearly gone, her skin grey and idk trying to leave her."
"what do you mean leave her?"
"like a coat she needs to take off, but instead its her skin more like falling off."
"ok continue."
"daddy stuffed her. And then life continued on."
"like a dead animal?"
"like my dead mother." he looks at me with daring eyes probably because I had accidently called his mother a stuffed dead animal. I open my mouth to apologize but he continues on.
" Life is Ok but then my daddy one day couldnt breath anymore."
"what do you mean he couldnt."
"he just stopped, i remember that day too. He was breathing heavy for hours and then while he was cooking he just fell to the floor, grabbing his chest." "i didnt know what happened but i know it was sudden, and when i went to help he was already gone."