Jaycee's P.O.V


Empty bowls of ice cream, misery, trying to keep my family together. This is what's been going on lately with me. Jada is in rehab to try to stop her addiction to alcohol, my mother is so busy that she can't even come home. I can't mend my family back together da myself. I need a friend, someone to hug, someone to kiss, someone to Amore unconditionally.

I looked over at the bacheca behind me, where a picture of Michael baciare me on the cheek was standing proudly in a red, glossy frame, I think we took it in early '74. My thoughts were interrupted when the news came on. And guess who was the main subject? Michael and his brothers. " Speak of the devil," I say to myself. " I brought him up."

Michael didn't really look different, except that his nose is thinner, sort of like mine. He probably had surgery, o something. Then again, he always told me that he hated his nose and wanted another one because it was too much like his father's. It's sad, what happened to him...