Can't You Hear Me Knocking?


Entry 9:

After about a week of giving Sunny busy work, I ran out yesterday and she began asking me questions about Dave's stand offish behavior.

"Well, not everyone gets sad or cry when they're depressed. Some people get angry and do unhealthy things and that's what Dave is doing. But he's not angry at us, he's just angry at his situation."

I felt pretty good about what I had said to her, but she quickly dismantled the feeling.

"But he wasn't angry a week ago and he's been sick for a while."

"I know. Sunny...," I sighed and turned her to face me by her shoulders, "Adults are very confusing. One minute they're fine and the next, they're not. Dave's going to be okay in the next few days or so. He'll snap right out of this and--"

The sound of Dave's door slamming as he went back inside his room made the both of us jump a little. I hadn't even seen him come out or walk past us. Before I could gather my senses enough to stop her, Sunny ran to his door and began pounding on it, shouting for him to open it. I expected a hurricane as he opened the door but even if he did have one brewing, he didn't have time to do anything with it. Before he could say a word, Sunny started in at him.

"You need to stop doing this, Uncle Dave! I know that you're sick and that you don't like it but me and Uncle Hal have just been trying to help you so I don't think you should be angry. You're being really, really...mean!"

From where I was sitting, Dave and Sunny looked like they had a bit of a stare down for a moment but I'm not sure who might have won. Maybe Sunny did since he closed his door with a lot less force the second time around.