Chapter Twenty One

It’s been two weeks.

Mom won’t

talk to

me.

 

She just stares

at me.  I think

I really

hurt her

feelings, but

I had to

tell her.

 

For three days,

she cried in her

room, nearly

non-stop.

 

I sat by

her door and

listened

the entire

time.

 

Karl is going

to a cooking school

far away

in a few weeks.

 

It makes me

really sad.

 

Now he has

to be on medicine,

and they think

he won’t take it

while he’s

away.

 

We might

have to

move.