"Shhhh, don't cry" I whisper.
She doesn't stop.
My cousin is the best crier in the world.
When we go to summer camp she pretty much cries the whole summer.
I can see light coming from under the door.
The light is on in the hallway too but I'm avoiding looking down the hall where that painting hangs.
The one with the giant rose, oversize thorns and huge water drops.
It scares me.
My cousins and I play a game of the haunted painting. This place feels haunted.
By my grandmother.
She's sitting at the kitchen table drinking coffee.
I can smell it's smoky aroma.
I can smell coffee here all day and all night.
My aunt dropped us off yesterday.
My grandmother hates my aunt so I think that's why she's mean to Liza.
Karen and I are brunettes.
Liza is blond like her mother.
I see smoke coming from the kitchen.
My grandmother smokes.
So does my mom and dad.
Everywhere I go I end up on the floor so I can breath.
I'm on the floor now.
There's hot, sticky plastic covering my grandmother’s couch.
The only air conditioner is in the living room but my grandmother only turns it on in the afternoon when sweat makes a mustache on her top lip.
I want to play with the Barbies my grandmother keeps on top of the TV but we're not allowed to.
We're not allowed to do anything except keep quiet.
When my cousins not crying we are in the back bedroom giggling trying to keep quiet.
Karen is sitting on the plastic couch reading like usual. She's use to her sister crying.
I love being with my cousins on the weekends.
We play store and talent show and monopoly.
I like talent show the most but my cousins are sick of me singing the same song every time it's my turn.
I sing it anyway even though they both put their hands over their ears.
I sing it because it's the saddest song I know.
"Please Liza, just stop crying." I whisper under the door.