Morbid Goes Garage

In a quiet yet hot mid day, inside the quiet street I live in, a family of 3 suddenly drove inside their garage.

I heard everything. With these walls, with these type of cheap materials our houses are built with, we can hear everything. 

At least all the catchy ones. 

I was grudgingly doing my Mathematics homework. It was soo freaking frustrating. The weather. The hallucination that math is important in everybody's life. I got so unusually excited yet a little irritated.

I know there was a kitten outside. I just fed it a while ago. I gave it water. I called it by the name, "Bluey"

Because this kitten's got blue eyes. And they were so mesmerizing. But bluey was dirty, but sweet.

I was drinking and I heard the family slowly drive up in the garage. And the little kid said to her dad, 

"Dad, the kitty hasn't eaten yet."

(Before this phenomena, I must explain that the parents are christians, who watch morning mass on TV, who go to church every sunday, who speak of pray overs, things we all neighbors could hear.)

And when the daughter said that, I looked through the mesh door amd I can see clearly the faces of this family. 

The dad replied, "don't worry, kid. That kitten will die soon."

And I will never forget the pause on the mother's face. The way she reacted. It was a painful pause. An unbelievable one. 

And I so reluctantly wrote their words on my Math book.

What a sudden morbid shift.

Good afternoon.