Chapter 6

Crissy’s Point of View

We return home, after the long day of school, Thomas put his bag down he runs to his room. He plays online games with his friends and is usually glued to his computer screen. Usually, I let him enjoy his weekend by playing his games. Over the course of the weekend his spends most of his day in his room. We don’t really go anywhere, the reason for this is because I don’t know where to go.

Placing my handbag and keys on the counter, walking towards the fridge. Taking out a piece of steak. Letting it defrost in the microwave. Waiting patiently. Making my way towards the backdoor, staring at the birds. I placed a birdfeeder in the middle of the yard two weeks after I moved in here. The birds seem to love it.

The wonderful sound of whistling makes me smile.

The sound of the microwave makes me jump. Snapping back into reality. Taking out a pan, pouring oil into it. The sizzling echoed through the kitchen. I turn the meat in the pan; my eye catches the image that Micha