Family Blood Page #3

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So, what? You've just given up on her?

Look, Amy,

I'm not going through this sh*t again.

You know what I like about your sketches?

They make me feel like I'm at home

no matter where we live.

Ahh.

You didn't come to the meeting.

I got worried.

I know what you're going through.

No, you don't understand.

I know exactly what you're going through.

When I saw you on that swing in the park,

you looked so peaceful

but troubled.

I just wanted to protect you.

I made sure that no one can ever hurt you.

How?

Because I turned you

into whatever it is that I am.

It gets easier,

but you don't want to do it alone.

Do you want to invite me inside

so we can talk about this?

I want you to leave me alone.

It's too late.

She's so screwed up

she can't say anything about it.

You ever thought that maybe

it was something else other than drugs?

Like what?

I would take the El

and come here with my mom.

She was the art history teacher

at the college,

so whenever she got done with class,

she'd come find me, and she'd get me out.

And we'd sit here and look at it,

try to figure it out.

Well, you know

it says right next to it, right?

We never read it. It felt like cheating.

Well, you know, a little help never hurts.

She never told us she was sick.

I guess she thought

she could handle it on her own

without worrying us about it.

And I-I knew. I knew something was wrong.

I would ask her

if she wanted to talk about it.

And we'd just sit here,

talking about this instead.

You know, and

I wish I pushed her

till she told me what it was.

And by the time she told us,

it was too late.

Just do yourself a favor

and talk to her while you still can.

You want me to tell you what it says?

No.

I want to keep guessing

until you tell me I'm right,

no matter how many times

we have to come back here.

God grant me the serenity

to accept the things I cannot change,

courage to change the things I can,

and wisdom to tell the difference.

Accepting hardships

as the pathway to peace,

living one day at a time,

enjoying one moment at a time.

Amen.

Mom?

Mom?

Uhh!

Mom?

What's the matter?

I heard something.

Where's Mom?

I don't know.

Go to your room.

Mom?

Mom?

Mom.

Uh, wha

I'm fine. I just

I just need a moment to myself, okay?

Let me help you.

No, just, I'm fine, all right?

Just-Just leave me alone for a bit.

I don't need your help.

Mom, I'm not going anywhere

until you tell me what's wrong.

You can't help me!

Mom? Mom, where are you?

Mom!

Get in the car.

Where are we going?

To Dad's.

What do you want?

Have you seen Lola?

She hasn't come back all night.

She always comes back.

No, I haven't.

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