Diary of a KillJoy

We’re leaving, again. I keep getting this feeling of role swap. Ghoul gave me my first ray guns before we left for Agent‘s; I’m giving Mini her first ray gun before we leave home. I gave Ghoul a look of devotion, as he gave me a look of hope; Mini looks up at me with a smile that reaches her eyes and I look back thinking of how far she has come and how far she will go. It’s as thought I’ve aged 10 years in only a few months. I sit here now and watch as Mini reaches into a slit in her mattress and pulls out a paper bag. She walks over and asks me to show me something. I say yes.