THE GRAVE YARD IS HOME

"Mom, Dad's cooking can't be that bad moreover it is just pasta how bad can it be" I finally gave the support he has been wanting.

"There you have it, it is two against one" he rolled up his sleeves smiling at me.

"Let chef Collins take over dinner" he entered the kitchen and banned anyone from entering into the kitchen.

"I am so certain your dad is stuck with a process and needs assistant" mom just kept laughing

After 30 minutes he came out of the kitchen all sweaty as though he had fought a battle.

"Dinner is ready" he bent trying to salute us as complements to the chef.

We got into the kitchen and smoke was everywhere.

"Wait darling, did you try to burn down my kitchen" mom spoke trying to check if all kitchen properties are still intact.

"Certainly not honey, the food and I were having an argument. It kept on shouting and I was ready for a spicy argument.

I just laughed out loud hearing that.

This two old lovers can act in the craziest of ways sometimes.

"Alright darling where is the meal that had the guts to argue with the love of my life" mom spoke trying to use her hands to gesticulate.

"W-e-e-l-l" dad started to scratch his head.

"Darling where is it" mom now gave a puzzled gaze

"It got burnt" mom burst in to laughter.

She was so cracked up that she insisted on seeing it.

Mummy can be a handful, Dad opened the pot and all we saw was black.

I will never believe that this was once macaroni pasta.

"Darling what is this" mom still didn't want to accept that it was burnt.

"Ladies, from the world known chef Collins, I give a new delicacy which I call Burnt Black macaroni pasta made from the nicest material" he kept on saluting the meal"

"Taste what you cooked" mom gave him a fork to taste it.

"Am not hungry my love" he tried escaping her.

"So no meal this night, because I can't eat that" I said pointing at what seemed like an uncooked roasted reddish meat.

Mum kept laughing; Dad was just hiding his face when he saw that part.

I smiled when I remembered that memory, I didn't even pay attention to the woman I was being careful for.

I can't wait for all this to be over, find my mom and let my dad get better so we can be a family once more.

But we have to move far away, to another state and country, just anywhere but here.

Now my goal is to keep my Dad safe and find my mom.

I laid on the floor and kept crying, rats moved around the room in excitement. Mom had not come to check on me through out the day and was yet to have anything to eat and certainly not sure whether she will come.

I tried to move my hand but the handcuffs had proper grip of it.

After a long time of crying, I stood up and tried to walk round the room.

I remembered seeing a sealed box beside the rope I wanted to use to kill myself.

I wish I can just draw it out but my hands are tied.

I laid down back to the floor and used my leg to pull the box out from underneath the bed.

I dragged it out and was struggling to make it come out.

Finally it came out partially, some parts were still underneath but I could clearly see something inscribed on it.

I bent down to read the inscription.

It read out THE GRAVE YARD IS HOME

Those words gave me the creeps, I am not sure I would be ever want to open it.

I pushed the box back and leaned back on the wall.

I don't understand what that means.