Monologue ✨☘🥙

The sun was beaming through the window. The leaves rustled. I
pulled my self out of my pallet. I made my bed, my brain deep in
thought. It was the day, i lose another. He would leave, I know I
shouldn’t be sorrow about his growth. I pushed down that
thought, I should give him a last memorial of me. I settled on
making his favourite breakfast despite the rushing pain in my
chest.

His face appeared through the doorway. His scrawny hair was
cleanly combed. His eyes were sunken. I stared silently into the
distance as he ate.