Rainop 12, 853.
I’m starting to second guess myself. Maybe Aunt Minthe was right, as much as I’d like to think she wasn’t. I don’t want to think about what my parents are doing anymore. If I had known they were this.. well, unsavory, I would have never looked up to them. But is this it? Were they always like this? I don’t want to know.
My mother and father are holding a banquet soon. I couldn’t bother though. Not when people like these are there.