A Strange Reader

Chapter - 2

I woke up with headache and eyes swollen, the next morning.
May be it was because of crying too much, the last night.

I was missing Pluto the most.
He was the first one, whom my day would start with!

Suddenly, Estelle's messages last night about her dog, Simmy's death struck my mind.
I wondered if that was just a coincidence, as even my Pluto suffered the same way, as Estelle's Simmy died.

I texted her, "My pet, Pluto left me too. The worst part of all is that he died in the same way, you told your Simmy did!"

"Oh no. Really sad for that. I'm sorry.
Do you miss him?" She asked.

"Like hell! He meant my world."

And then, I went downstairs to see my mom.
"Hey honey, morning! Come, let's have breakfast", she told.

But the pain that Pluto gave me, was just unforgettable.
"No mom. I'm not hungry", I replied.

"Don't do that sweetie. Pluto would feel bad, for you aren't having your food", dad told me.

I tried having a slice of bread and sat down.
But my heart screamed, 'NO'.
My hands told, 'put it down'.
And my eyes were watery.

I put the plate on the table and went into my room.

"Bella, come out once.
Look at your brother. He isn't eating too", I heard mom's voice.

I then made up my mind and went downstairs.
Tim was too low and doltish. Also, get wasnt having his breakfast.

"Tim, what happened? I see that you're dull and upset?" I asked him.

"Where's Pluto? What happened to him?" He asked me back.

"You wanna see Pluto?"

"Yeah! I want to!"

"Okay, come with me", I told and took him along, upstairs.

I turned on the projector and my laptop.
Then, played the videos and pictures that we took with Pluto.

At first, Tim was upset.
But later, he smiled and laughed with joy, looking at a picture, I'm which Pluto and Tim were playing in the mud, in our garden.

I went downstairs to get his plate, so he'd have his breakfast.
Mom asked me, "Is he fine?"

"Yes, mom. He is!" I replied and took his plate with bread.
Mom followed me too.

"Hmmm.. So your efforts worked, Bella. Good to have that concern for your brother", mom told me.

When I gave Tim his breakfast, he asked me, "Bella, Where's Pluto? Where did he go?"

"Pluto... He went to see God. We mustn't cry for him, Tim.
He'll cry too, if you cry.
So, be happy!" I replied him.