Diary of a Madman's Son
2/6
It's the new year, now. I know I haven't written in a long long long time. Blame it on Mother. Father's been going to work extremely early and coming home extremely late, so I've had to help Trommel take care of Mother, who has become so sick that she can barely walk farther than the bathroom where she usually just throws up and returns to bed, moaning and groaning.
Strange… she hasn't eaten in what seems like forever, but she has become much more fat since last time I wrote. She has this funny walk, too… kinda like a waddle. Father takes her to a doctor every couple weeks. Maybe they are still trying to find out what's wrong with her.
I remember one time, I had a cat that got heart worms and was throwing up all over the place and it got real fat because of them piling up in its stomach. Maybe Mother has heartworms? I hope not. We had to kill the cat because of them. I think I would cry if we killed mother…
Mother's been in immense pain. Hers and Father's room has been silent lately at night, except for the occasional retch of Mother's throwing up.