Chapter Twenty Four

I guess it’s good to

know the truth, after

all.

 

Maybe moving

will help me

accept it.

 

Well, I never had

a problem accepting

the truth.  I was just

angry it was

with-held from me

for so long.

 

I feel like a

baby, and I

hate that.

 

Maybe mom

will start treating

me like my

age.

 

Then again,

I’m only

twelve.

 

Ever since Dad

died, I feel older

than I am.

 

Maybe it’s

because Mom

and the

angel-boy

left me to

myself.

 

I won’t

blame

them.