Dedication to Fmylife.com
I get home from work, say hi to my brother and father who are downstairs, and go up to my room.
I then get an IM from my brother.
Bro: twix died.
(I am shocked I don’t really know what to say, twix is my guinea pig, about 5 years old)
Bro: yea mom put him in the garage.
I begin to cry. I am bawling and I go into my sisters room to get the phone, still crying.
Sister: whats wrong?
Me: twix died.
Sister: oh yea I know.
(she then turns to watch the TV)
I call the bestie, thinking she will cry with me. she will be as upset as me.
Me: (BAWLING) twix d-d-died.
Me: twix d-d-died.
Bestie: oh. Well that’s sad.