Silence

Silence.

Our house, we neva talk. Daddy come home and only tell about work. Not even one long story but one short, Morse code kine story. Like we supposed to know. “Boss said….errybody said yeah, yeah.” Same old, same old. He ansa his own question, “Whachugoingdo?”

Mama only tell what she need, “Rice running out.” “Gotta go buy hoo-jook.” Daddy tink erryting “A-Okay” cause my big bruddah Russo no say nutting except sometimes tell “yeah” or “no,” when he gotta say something. Me, I learn how fo keep my head down and side-eye errybody who not talking. We all stay eating. And Mama putting stuff in our bowl. We eat.