Put the can down, and pull it.
Dad is carrying the garbage can.
Put it down, and pull it. Don’t carry it.
Frustration.
His eyes are confused. His face is contorted, trying to
understand.
He carries the garbage can.
Put it down and pull it!
Hopeless.
He tries to make words that don’t come out right.
He stops, garbage can heavy in his arms. He looks to her for an answer.
He looks to her.
He looks to her.
You have to put the can down and pull it!
Tired. Crushed. Hurt. Again.
Mom.
He has to listen to me!
Angry. She rushes by me.
Anger. Sadness. Panic. Loneliness.
Loneliness. Panic. Sadness. Anger.
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