I had an imaginary friend named Red when iwas 5.
we would play in my room when ever mom and dad would fight... so we played alot.
my mom would , and she dindt really take care ofmy or my brother.
my dad tried to take care of use, but he was always gone at work.
one day my mom packed her bag while my dad was at work.
she started wallinger the front door and said to me and my brother
T am leaving. tell your dad when he gets home"
i knew i couldnt stop her, but to slow her down i said
Waite you need to say goodbye to Red first.'
she looked atme like i was a retard and said
Grow the fuck up!"
that was the last thing my mother ever said to me.
that was the last dayi oversaw Red.