he asks which doll is the daddy, why the mommy is always lying in bed, and why i don’t put my sister inside the house. i tell him it’s not worth the trouble, my sister is going to die. she just fell off the roof.
“would you like her to die?” he asks.
it’s hard to explain. stella grows up, gets ugly, turns into an old lady, forty years old. she says kids don’t stay kids forever. if i tell him that will he yell like dad did? everyone’s always yelling at me, ever since i told them i saw stella when she was old.
i’m not listening to what he says. behind 