Moon Child (A Camren KidFic)

thirteen

Lauren was sat at the kitchen table drawing mindlessly as she waited for Clara to finish cooking. "Mami, do you believe in heaven?" Clara stopped stirring momentarily, "I am not sure." Clara had not thought about her faith since Mike; it sure was not in favor of a higher power in the moment.  "I think good people go to the moon." Clara raised her eyebrow keeping an eye on the pasta, "Why is that?" 

"Miss Cabello has been teaching my class about the moon and space. I think good people stay on the light side of the moon while maybe...bad people are stuck in the dark." Clara nodded, "That is an interesting thought sweetie." Lauren continued to draw, "I think abuela is there. I talk to her sometimes." Clara was obviously taken back by Lauren's comment; she finished the pasta. "Okay, let me make you a plate. Clear the table please." Lauren moved her colored pencils to their box then gathered her various drawings. She quickly put them neatly on her desk then returns to the kitchen table. "Is Papi going to eat with us?" Clara sighs, "No. He isn't." 

Mike had skipped out on his family completely losing sight of his little progress. He decided to grieve in a cheap motel room near his home. A home he had taken away from his family. He left a void and he beat himself up for it.  Mike cocked his pistol; letting out a breath. He knew what he wanted to do; could he bring himself to do it? 

Mike stepped foot into his house. "Oh, Mike," Clara spoke gathering the dishes. "Hi, Papi," Lauren mumbled unsure of her father's mood. Mike glanced at his family thinking about the pistol hiding in his jacket. "Clara, your pasta smells delightful." Not today. Clara shared a small smile; maybe she could believe in heaven again. 

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a short chapter for you all. a burst of inspiration.