Where is He?
For hours they talked as I sat on the couch in the corner all by myself. They would look over and ask me questions to try and include me in their conversations. I would respond with one word answers or just nod my head. They could sense I didn’t want to be there, but they just kept smiling and talking away. All I kept asking in my head was, “where the hell is the “Donor”, why wasn’t he here excited to see us like his family members were? Suddenly, I just opened my mouth and it came flying out, I had no time to retrieve it. The words, “Where is he? How come he’s not here”? Bounced off the walls and smacked everybody within a 15 foot radius. My grandma gave me a look so intense it earned the saying, “if looks could kill”, because if they could I would have died right where I sat. I kind of sulked back into the couch and put my head down, like I did something wrong. Wait a minute!! I didn’t do anything wrong. I had the right to know why he wasn’t there. Right??!! So I sat back up and said, “so, why isn’t he here”? This time I didn’t even look in my grandma’s direction but I could feel her cold hard stare. Just like I figured, they were making excuses as to why he wasn’t there. They weren’t even on the same page because they each had different answers. I knew they were lying. Later I found out he was incarcerated. What a gem.