“Mom, why do we live in a tunnel”? He asked. She didn't answer. Mom was too busy digging the tunnel. “Mom”? He said again, but this time she answered. “What is it”? “I just don't understand why we have too live in a tunnel”. She did not answer. She just turned to me and said. “Will you please go out and play with him? He is driving me crazy”! I didn't want too, but I guess I had too. After all, I am his brother.
At that time, I think we were 15 and 6 years old. Mom was just old. She had used all her years digging the tunnel we were living in. The tunnel was big enough, but she just never stopped. We tried to convince her that we had a big fancy house, and she had done a magnificent job. But she never heard it. In the beginning it was just dad who dug on our tunnel. But when he died, mom were sad, and she wouldn't do anything. That was when we got our new mom. But we have had three moms, but only one cried.
Actually I couldn't understand why she cried. We all new he was dying, even my brother was ready for it. And I don't really see why anyone should cry. Why cry over something that's not there? I think you are an idiot if you love something that does not exist.
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