Sometimes I wonder what would happen if I die tomorrow, what would my mom and dad do, what would they do with all my stuff, would they put it in a cage, leave it just the way it is or simply throw it away…
I know one thing for sure: mom would not be the same anymore and dad would be colder than ever.
But what would my friends do? Who would be the first to know? Would someone call home wondering why they hadn’t hear about me? Would they cry for me? Would they miss me when I’m gone?
This has always been in my head, especially every time I can’t fall asleep.