I always obey my parents. *Don't jump on the furniture*, *Don't tease the dog*, *Eat your veggies.*
They always want what's best for me and I try hard to be the best daughter in the world.
*Safety first*, daddy loved to say. Whether we were going to a playground or riding the bus, he was very focused on keeping mommy and me safe from harm.
Years ago, he even taught me to safely shoot his beloved rifle.
I think that's why he moved us out to the country. Our nearest neighbor is on the western horizon and you can only see their chimney when standing on the cliffs behind our house.
It's always so nice and quiet out here. Lonely at times, but very comfortable.
It got even lonelier a few weeks ago when Bucky, our two year old Golden Retriever, got real sick and died. I miss him so much.
Daddy buried him at the base of the cliffs and I used to visit his grave almost every day. He was just a dog, though. We can always get another one.
I can't as easily get a new mommy.
The last time I saw her was three days ago talking with daddy in the backyard. She got real sick after coming home from her monthly grocery run in the city and she slept for days.
I really thought she was getting better until she started coughing up blood and her skin began to look like pea soup. Daddy hasn't let me go in the backyard since then.
There's a fresh mound of dirt next to Bucky's. I miss her so much.
For the last two days, daddy has been sitting at the top of the cliffs, watching and waiting.
The groceries mommy brought home will feed me for another month, but after that, I don't know what I'll do.
I used to pass the time by listening to the radio, but lately, all they broadcast are emergency warnings about some deadly virus spreading across country.
I hear them use the term "reanimated" a lot. I turned it off yesterday and am too scared to turn it back on.
I can hear daddy's deep cough echoing down the rocks at night. I don't want anything to happen to him.
I don't want to be alone, but I promised him I'll do whatever he tells me as I know he only wants the best.
*I need you to listen to me, Sarah*, he told me yesterday. *I'm not going to let this sickness get to me like it did your mother. I'll end it before it gets too bad.*
I'm a very good girl, so this morning when he told me, *When you see me hit the ground at the bottom of the cliffs, do not approach me when I get back up.
You'll need to shoot me in the head*, I cried but obeyed. He also taught me how to board up the house for after that happens.