Drive the point home, they walk dogs on paved streets your mother slipped off a temporary bridge into
her aquatic sunset.
Every time you hear buffet you remember your father losing his first job as a cook because he brought
home the food his bourgeoisie masters thought wasn't befitting even to their gluttonous appetites.
Last time you were in hospital with a severed finger because you had to work overtime and fell asleep
on the assembly line just so that you could finish off your student loans, you were distracted from the
pain by the memory of your infant sister dying months after her vaccination and your mother going into
a spiral of depression, aquatic demise would have sufficed, better the peaceful dead than the troubled
living.
It's been 15 years since you plunged head first into someone, you can't blame her for following God's
call, yes, you can't...