“Are you listening to me?”
“Of course.” I smile, placing a comforting hand on her knee. She’s lost weight again…
There lives a bookworm at my home,
“Who’s ready for s’ghetti?!”
He’s not here — I’m too late. Damn, should have guessed this might happen…
Wish For a Painless Death, and For A Way to Tell Your Kid You Have to Go.