She was hiding.
She needed to get away from the people. From the faces… Especially the faces.
The faces of the people in the living room. People she knew, people she didn’t know, some people she thought she might have met before.
Looking at them was giving her a headache because she thought they all had the same weird expression. All the lips on the faces were calling her name and telling her the same thing, “Sorry for your loss my dear.” “It is well my dear.” “You have to be a strong girl and a brave girl and take care of your daddy now.” “You are now the woman of the house, so take care of your daddy.” Continue reading