Soul Drifter (Part 8, page 1 of 12)


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Part 8

On our way back to my Grandma's cottage, my dad stops at a takeaway and my mom buys us a bucket of Kentucky Fried Chicken.

At the house, we eat in silence. Everyone is occupied with their own thoughts. My dad is very attentive to my mom, and every now and again, quiet tears slide down her cheeks, which she quickly wipes away, and then my dad reach for her to console her.

After dinner, I help to scrape the plates clean and pack the dishwasher, after packing out the clean dishes into the cupboards. This takes me a while, cause I have to open every single cupboard to find out what goes where.

"I'm tired," I announce when at last I step out of the little kitchen area, to the side of the lounge. "Where am I supposed to sleep?"

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