116 Uncle Maxime

Ford. 

I walk into the house and it feels more like home than my house. I let out a loud breath that I didn't even know I was holding. Growing up, I would always want to spend my days here. Uncle Max was the only one that made me even feel like I was worth anything. He was the only one that understood me. 

I close my eyes and I remember the day of my mother's funeral.

Everywhere is bright. There are people everywhere, everyone is talking and laughing. The fact that they are all acting normal even though someone just died makes me feel even worse. I am under the table of the living room. This has become my best hiding place. Father told me to stay downstairs even though all I want to do is get away from this scene.