49 days have passed since it happened.
That number just keeps popping up everywhere.
To me, every answer to every math question is 49.
I didn't realize before that our old house number was actually 4949.
The number didn't really have significance before.
But that was before it happened.
I still have not talked to anyone except for Joseph, and I do not plan on it either.
I used to be a chatter box.
But that was before it happened.
It seems like it changed my entire life.
And I do not like that.
I will never be able to look at the number 49 the same way again.
"Molly, dinner is ready." My brother tells me, interrupting me from my endless train of thought.
"I am not hungry, Joseph." I say back to him, keeping my eyes trained on my blank wall, which is how I spend most of my time now a days.
I have only eaten 49 times since we've moved into our aunt's house, who is now our legal guardian.
"You have to eat, Molly. Come on, Aunt Kara made steak, your favorite!" Joseph says, desperately trying to get me to eat.
But I can't.
Because steak was also Moms favorite.
And she will never be able to eat it again.
Because it happened, 49 days ago.
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Conto"The number 49 never used to have any significance in my life. It was always just the number after 48 and before 50. But that was before it happened."
