"Emi, I'm home"
"Hi mama."
"How was your day?"
It was horrible.
"It was great."
"Anything special?"
I was harassed and insulted again. I barely made it out of class before breaking
down.
"Not really."
"Just good?"
No.
"Yeah."
"Well that's good. I'm gonna start on dinner. How does Veggie stir-fry sound?"
It doesn't matter, I won't eat any of it. Not that you'll notice.
"It sounds delish."
"Great."
Dear God,
I lie a lot. I'm sorry.
Sincerely,
Emily
Emi folded the letter and put it in the shoe box. She was going to need a new box soon. This one was getting full. A fifteen year-old shouldn't have so much to get off her chest. She shouldn't have so much stuff cooped up. But Emi did. She had no one she could talk to, so she talked, or rather wrote, to God. She didn't get an answer, but at least she could have the illusion that there was someone listening to her. Someone who cared.
Emi sighed. Would her life always be like this? Would she always be miserable, or would she be allowed some happiness some day? She hoped one day she would find contentment and peace one day. Until then, she kept smiling in front of others, while spilling her pain to the one person who might be listening.
"Hi mama."
"How was your day?"
It was horrible.
"It was great."
"Anything special?"
I was harassed and insulted again. I barely made it out of class before breaking
down.
"Not really."
"Just good?"
No.
"Yeah."
"Well that's good. I'm gonna start on dinner. How does Veggie stir-fry sound?"
It doesn't matter, I won't eat any of it. Not that you'll notice.
"It sounds delish."
"Great."
Dear God,
I lie a lot. I'm sorry.
Sincerely,
Emily
Emi folded the letter and put it in the shoe box. She was going to need a new box soon. This one was getting full. A fifteen year-old shouldn't have so much to get off her chest. She shouldn't have so much stuff cooped up. But Emi did. She had no one she could talk to, so she talked, or rather wrote, to God. She didn't get an answer, but at least she could have the illusion that there was someone listening to her. Someone who cared.
Emi sighed. Would her life always be like this? Would she always be miserable, or would she be allowed some happiness some day? She hoped one day she would find contentment and peace one day. Until then, she kept smiling in front of others, while spilling her pain to the one person who might be listening.
