That was the week.

Ma died of cancer, while I was running from school and Mom was eating  lunch.

The day after, I hid in my room. I refused to come out because if I left then I would know for a bloody murder fact that Patte was gone.

Patte killed four frogs outside our house because one croaked at me. She ran fourteen teenage boys out of the public swimming pool because I wanted to swim alone.

She was, is, my mom.

So I stayed in my room for the entire week.