CHAPTER 15 - TRYING TO MAKE UP

I don't want to talk to daddy. I don't want to talk to Uncle Jay. I want to be alone with my elephant (whose name I still can't decide). I am on the breakfast bar and Uncle Jay is feeding Carol waffles and daddy is trying to feed me. I don't want to eat. I sit there and pout, refusing to open my mouth, even if the waffles look yummy. Daddy let Mr. G take me. I hate daddy. I hate Uncle Jay. They promised they'd be there with me all the time. They were not. Daddy looks miserable. He isn't eating either. Carol is the only one eating.

I just want to sleep, again. Or maybe read. I haven't read anything in three days.

"Open up, Ana. It's been three days since you have had any solid food. Please." daddy implores.

"Not hungwie." I say. That has been my standard response to food for the past three days.

"Chris, why don't you tell Carol the Vampire story that you were telling Ana the other day?" Uncle Jay asks daddy.