Family

By Jaedan Hall

 

As a little boy in the third grade

I never saw my dad except when he

Would come pick me up and go see my

Brother Cody.

 

A month later I got news

That my dad was sitting in his chair

And he was gone just like that

I was just getting to know him.

 

I couldn’t sleep at night

I would wet the bed

I would see a

Ghost

I would cry

I would go into my mom’s room

Try to go to sleep.

 

After that Cody

Would want to come and stay with me and my mom

When the day would come we would go to my brother’s

house and stay. The night was black as the coffee he was drinking.