Lola stared wistfully outside the green glass window, waiting for her father, secretly knowing that he wouldn’t show up. It was like this every day, her absent father, her mother lying in bed of a sickness that never seemed to fade. Lola just wanted a normal happy, family. Instead she was stuck in this cycle of being the odd girl, the one left out of the rest of the group. When would this ever end? Would her father come back? Would her mother get better?

Wistfully staring out the window, Lola wondered whether her father would ever come home, whether her mother would ever recover from her sickness, whether her family would ever be happy again. She contemplated it all from her window seat, stuck in a trance of wondering.

Lola wondering, bed-laden mother, absent father.