March 29th,
Mamma says hello, Lucy. Jema skipped along the pavement. We were on our way to the grocery store earlier today. And the conversation that was about to take place was haunting.
Jema, I told you, you're just hearing things. I urged her to believe the words I didn't even trust. She looked at me for a full five seconds, and then continued skipping.
I'm not like you Lucy. I'm not a mad person. My face turned pink with anger.
I'M NOT MAD!
Okay?
I'm alright now. Just alright.
I'm fine now, Jema. That's why I'm back from the hospital. She was silenced and I hoped she would stay that way the whole way there. But to my dismay, she didn't.
Mamma said she's sorry. Double take.
What? I asked. I don't know why I asked, I didn't want to hear any more nonsense.
Mamma. Jema said. She spoke to me last night. Told me to to tell you that she's sorry.
What for?
She tried to remeber for a few seconds, and then finally spoke.
For little birdy.
-Lucy
