Narration - wry
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
North American (General)Transcript
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and he I feel like I'm six years old again, staying home from school and watching TV in bed while my mom makes me cream of wheat with sliced bananas and cinnamon toast, except instead of comic book hero posters spread across my wall. I have bottles of wine and my mother isn't making me breakfast, and my heart is no longer pumping blood through my veins. Andy, I've been living in my parent's wine cellar for nearly three months, and my mother still calls out for me expecting an answer with a sigh, I turn off the television, get up from my mattress. Dragging my left foot. I shuffle over to the stairs at the top of the stairs, silhouetted by the light. Pouring in through the kitchen windows stands my mother, your father needs some help with the new disposal. Honey, she says. Can you come up for a few minutes and give him a hand? I don't need any help. Lowest, says my father from somewhere behind her. Will you just let it be? Oh, nonsense, she says. And he would love to give you a hand, wouldn't you, honey? I stare up at my mother and blink, wondering if she lost her mind when I died in the accident or when I showed up three days later at the S P. C. A needing room and board behind her, my father reasserts that he doesn't need my assistance, adding that he would rather not have to breathe in the stench of my rotting flesh.