The Blanket

Oh. Don’t you, “It was only a blanket” me.

What if someone snatched your mom’s “magic star” from the sky and I said, “It’s only a 

star. Look, there are plenty of them.” Would that make you feel better?

That blanket was all I had of my wolf mom.

Did you know that?

No. You didn’t ask.

And now it’s gone.

Because of you.

She’s gone.

You should leave. Go away.