My
little sister said why a lot. Why this? Why that? Why everything.
My
father said, Stop trying to answer every question every time.
So
I said, She wants to know why so I’m telling her.
My
father said, She doesn’t care. It’s involuntary.
She’s
two years old and wants you to talk to her.
I’m
tired of both of you.
I
didn’t ask why.
My
father left for work.
My
sister wanted to know why.
So
I said, To get away from you.
Then
my mother said, Why’s your sister crying?
I
didn’t answer why.
Maybe
my father was right.