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Twenty-Four

5th October, Friday

It’s been a month since my mom passed away. It’s also been a month since I stopped writing. How could I when the pen and my reflection remind me of my dead mother?

I thought things would change, but most of it has stayed the same. The world goes on whether or not you’re suffering.

Thank you, Ethan, for scolding me and getting me to eat, and to stop pretending to sleep all the time. I would wake up with a nightmare and you’d always be there, calming me down and bathing me in warm water if I had a panic attack. You are truly an angel.

I know you saw how skinny I had become and heard me puking out the food as soon as I ate. You are stubborn when you want something. Even if it means taking care of me and learning how to make Indian food for me. You burnt the curry yesterday with the pan, but I forgave you because you looked adorable with a sheepish smile.

I gave you your sketch I was working on. Before Karan ruined it and I had the guts to sketch it again.

But, hey, you loved it, so that’s something. You showed it through something else, which was a bonus.

Even though we broke my bed and my dad grounded me for ‘jumping too much on the bed.’ I knew you were holding your laugh standing buck naked in my closet, you loveable fool!

Sigh. Is it bad that I forgive you for breaking one thing I love more than you? It’s like my favorite thing broke my other favorite thing. Even though you’re not a thing to me, you already know that.

In case you’re wondering, we have already ordered a new bed for me and it’s tougher than the last one but please, don’t break this one, too.

Love,

Kiara

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