By Angelo Allito
Isaac came home earlier today. But what came home is not my brother, rather—his doppelganger. He hasn’t spoken a word to me, not revealing where they sent him for his ‘special’ vacation. His smile is now stiff, losing the softness that he was once so proud of. His eyes are dull, staring at me in a silence that only I seem to mind. He even volunteers to lead the rosary, making Mama prouder.
Papa invites our relatives over for dinner. He is the proudest among us. I hear him boldly say to Uncle: “The camp worked. Praise be to God.”
That’s very hard hitting.
Really nice, well done.
Chilling. An awful lot unspoken here.
ugh heart-wrenching – amazing story
Very sad and well-written story. I hope Isaac gets out of that family as they’ve already tried to take his soul.
Wow. You told a tragic story (that’s all too real) expertly. Well done
Yikes. A camp to brainwash those with “undesirable” traits. Great job in conveying so much in so few words!
So well done, congratulations!
Eeiry. Makes me think of Stepford Wives!