Dear Diary:

Mom is wearing her Pity Face.

Uh-oh. Here comes the Serious Talk.

Even the nurses give us privacy.

"Sweetie, you know that Crispin, Daddy and I love you, right?"

Here it comes.

"And it's not your fault Lizzie committed suicide."

She touches my skinny arm and looks at my hips.

"So you shouldn't have to punish yourself because of Lizzie's decision."

I fold my arms across my chest. "Why? You never notice anyway."

Mom flinches. But she doesn't say a word.

"And when you do notice, you're. Always. There."

Mom's face transforms from Pity to Anger. 

"I am your mother, young lady. And I demand respect."

I roll my eyes. "Just let me die in peace, Mom."