Holiday

Mom?

Why aren’t you moving?

Mom?

Mom, this isn’t funny, open your eyes.

Get off the floor.

You don’t want to get your nice red shirt all dirty.

Mom?

I think someone’s in the house...

Mom?

Don’t you care?

Hey, wake up!

It’s not funny anymore!

I want to eat!

These dishes won’t wash themselves?

Mom, you shouldn’t have shot that gun

Into your head.

I knew it wouldn’t be good for you.

Mom!

Wake up, Jesus!

Wake up!

I have... candy?

Cake?

Pie?

Guacamole?

Sigh.

I guess nothing is going to work.

I guess.

Hey Mom, I’ll do chores for a week if you come back.

A month?

A year?

Mommy,

Come on! I’m just a kid!

Why’d you leave me all alone?

I can’t buy groceries or have a credit card,

How am I supposed to live?

Mama?

Mama, open your eyes.

Mama please.

I’ll wash the whole house.

I’ll show you my secret candy stash.

I’ll do ANYTHING!

ANYTHING YOU WANT!

MOM PLEASE!

Mama... don’t leave me...

Please don’t leave me here...

Have some decency.

I’m begging you,

Please come back.

Please let God reverse time and come back. I

Don’t want to lose you.

Mom?

Say something?

Please?

I know it’s against the laws of nature, but please come back to life!

Can’t you try?

Don’t you love me?

Mom!

If you come back to life, I’ll...

I’ll tell you what happened to Danny!

It wasn’t my fault, not really...

I was so torn up when he died!

It’s not my fault!

Please, just wake up.

Hopeless, I crawl away from my mother. It’s no use. She’s dead.

Creak.

It’s an old house, creaking is normal.

“Son, you have some explaining to do.”

Oh shi—