RAY’S dungeon adventure, things kind of smoothed out for a while. Well, maybe not smoothed out, but at least there were no more surprises. And that was a good thing. Me feeling crazy about my mom dying was still there, bugging me the most at night when I was in bed, and Tupac probably wasn’t helping, but even the pain was just becoming a part of me. The dreams of my mother sitting with me at her own funeral kept coming every night on schedule, and y’know, I started to look forward to them. It was like our time together for a few hours that felt only like a few minutes, making me happy to see her, but leaving me disappointed to wake up to an empty house in the morning. But at least I was sleeping through the night. And at least, when I woke up, I knew why my father wasn’t home, and it wasn’t because he was dead too. Mr. Ray, who became like a big brother to me—well, maybe more like an uncle—was worried about me staying in the house by myself. But I assured him that I was fine.
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