My Sammy

Chapter 12

I wake up, and stretch my 83 year old bones.

"Good morning Sammy,"

He doesnt answer, but i know he's there.

I slowly sit up, my back aching from age.

"Lets go get breakfast, Sammy!"

We walk to the kitchen and i see my daughter cooking breakfast.

I sit down, and she sets down a plate of food for me.

"But what about Sammy? He wants to eat too!"

"Mom, we talked about this. Daddy is not here,"