Day 2

Temperature had become too annoying today. The heat is nothing but had formed alliance with my brain..shaken by its other side’s dominance. So I turned to my baby girl who’s taking a 2-week vacation in the apartment , “Do you wana learn to read..” Her head nodded with anticipation,  picking up paper and pen, the first victim of her bare hands.

I started with consonant sounds, pairing them next to vowels.. “D” went on board  with an evil laugh inside my head..

“Da, De, Di, Do, and Du”.. She spoke like somebody familiar to me.. So I said, “Now let’s go to F consonant..” Puzzled by sudden changes in routine, she blurted out with no hesitation, “Mama, you missed picking a word for each..” Fuck! I’m toasted.. 

“Sheeks, sorry.. totally forgot baby. Lemme work on that.” So I scribbled for the right words, Dad.. Dead.. fuck, she’s gona grill my brain askin’ questions about that.. Uhm.. Den, Di—… the evil is creeping again.. I should have picked another subject.. fuck the experiment!

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