Bon Bon

​“The letter was found the next I tell you! The next f***ing day! You can’t tell me that’s too old for this case!” I covered my ears. Daddy was yelling at his lawyer friend again. I don’t know what letter he was talking about, but I wanted to help. Daddy says if I help, then he’ll take me out to get ice cream! So for a couple days, when I get home from the bus, I’ll check the mail. If there was letters in there, then I would take each of them to my Daddy, and had him look at them. After about two days, he said I had found it.

​I want my Mommy. I want her even more then I want ice cream. Daddy says “Mommy’s not coming back”, “Ok...”. His face gets a little sadder when hears that. I still want my ice cream. I think I’ll get peppermint flavored.

​Daddy was yelling again, but all I did was ask for ice cream. I wanna know when I get my ice cream. Now I want it superman flavored. I ran up to my room and shut the door, like I saw Mommy do. I didn’t see what happened next, because Dad told me to clean my room, and that if I didn’t, he wouldn’t give me my allowance.

​I’m in my room, I’ve been in here for a while. I’m just laying on the floor, by my teddy bear. Daddy still isn’t coming. I can hear him shouting at his lawyer friend again, about the letter I found. I’m scared. I hear him saying, “Fine! I’ll read the letter!” Then his voice became quieter and softer. I even started falling asleep. I was awoken by a sharp "BANG!"

​I got off the floor, ran downstairs, and saw my Daddy, on the ground. He had a little hole in his head. His pistol (he was a police officer), by his hand. I didn’t know what to do, so I looked closer. In his left hand, there was a letter. On the front, it said "Bon Bon, to you," the date said 4/23/15. The day after my Mom died. It was in here hand writing.