Happy Family. Short true-dramatized story.
My name is Leila, I am 12 years old. I have a good friend name Deron, which only I can see. i thought he was like some others who would just stare at me. Deron is different. He talks.First I thought I was only imagining it. Then he started telling me stories which then happen to be true. It can be something that has happened or would happened.
At first I did not pay attention to him. Later I did. And now I even ask what will happen. Sometimes he answers, sometimes he does not. Like now when I asked him what happened between my parents. Why has they slept in a different room? Why hasn't they talked to each other? Deron did not want to answer. He said it's adult's stuff. I said it's also mine, because they are my parents. So Deron asked me to ask them my self. But my dad got mad when I did. He slapped me till I fell off the stair. And now I become Deron, which no one can see. But I'm happy now. Because I, now, can see everything. And I can tell my mom stories the way Deron did. I told her why dad spent more time outside instead of with her.
So one day my mom jumped off the stair because she wanted to be with me. Only then I know, Deron was my brother whom my dad hit till death because Deron yelled at dad when dad hit mom.
Now we are a happy family. Me, mom, and my brother. Nothing can separate us now, the way dad did.
Kintamani, July 20th, 2012
Comments (10)
I am glad you are my friend.