“Is that your final decision, pumpkin?” Uncle asks with a note of sadness. I nod once. He passes me my backpack. “Your phone and necessities are in here.” “Thank you.” “No. No, Elsie. Don’t do this.” Aunt grabs me by both my arms like a dying woman holding onto her last breath. “You can’t leave us.” “I’m not leaving you, Aunt. I’ll visit.” A sob catches in her throat as Uncle pulls her back. I watch them as Uncle drags a numb Aunt towards his car.
:/ i kinda feel bad for them
