hey guys!
I am still slowly working on chapter 3 (school and prep for finals has unfortunately blocked up my reading time), but I thought of an idea. So you guys could at least get a taste of the next chapter, and have something to look back on when the final chapter is posted, here's a little 'sneak peak' of chapter 3, titled Maria! Hope you enjoy. xoxo
Maria and I fold clothes together. Sing together. Eat together. Dance and jump up and down together. Sometimes we have to shower together when the bathroom sink’s water becomes too cold, too quickly, for two separate bathings. We share a bed. It’s a full, with a rough feel on the back and strings nearly popping out, but we’re grateful. We have to be. So we’ve forced ourselves to feel it.
Maria is twelve. She will be thirteen in exactly eight days from today. Today is June 7th. I feel so relieved to be able to know that. I overheard Wilton upstairs the other night, talking on the phone about how he would go to Hallmark to pick something up for his friend the next morning. Before he left, and came down to give Maria and I breakfast, I begged and begged him for a calendar. At first, he refused. Figures. But I was persistent and a bit nagging. I was no longer afraid. I didn’t stop asking, I even blocked the door in an exaggerating matter when he made his way towards it. I think I felt tear or two drop down my face. Why I was making a big deal over a stupid little calendar, no, you may not know or quite understand. But that is because you haven’t seen what I’ve seen.
After what seemed like hours, but was probably only about ten minutes, he shoved me into the corner and grunted frustratingly. “Fine,” he growled under his breath.
