Mother sent me to talk to a person today. Sugar didn’t come along. That worried me but Sugar assured me that it was okay so I went with Mother to this person they call a psychiatrist that was a man. He asked me a lot of funny questions and I didn’t know how to answer him. It was hard to know if I should answer him at all because is clothes were both black and white and I like black but I don’t know if I like the black that he had and I don’t trust white.
He said that I can always call him if I need him and that I can tell him anything and everything. I have this feeling that he meant my real dad when he said anything and everything.
I don’t talk about my real dad though because my real dad forbid it and I don’t like what happens if I don’t follow my real dad’s rules.
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Short Story"There are lots of lies in this world. Lots of horror and darkness and torture and hopelessness. But if I got the opportunity to remove one of them the answer would not require hesitation. The answer would be simple, short and without regret. Take a...
