#81: Depression

Darwin couldn’t concentrate on his favourite film, and that was saying something. He wandered over to where Oskar was working on his laptop, and sat down next to him, wondering when the weather was going to be sunny again, so that he could go to the park. It was the summer holidays, after all.

“You alright, Dee?” Oskar said, taking his headphones off.

“Yeah, but Mum’s not.” He answered his brother. “What’s wrong with her? Is it because Dad’s gone away again?”

“Yeah. She misses him, that’s all.”

“So why doesn’t she speak to me?”

“She doesn’t speak to anyone.”