mangomic

7 years old My dad calls me and my siblings to the living room Where he and my mom sit, smiles on their faces That, looking back, I'm not sure were genuine anymore My dad asks "Imagine we moved to an island with two tents; One with your mom, and one with me. Which one would you like to live in?" I don't know much but I know I don't like this question So I answer "I would put the two tents together so we can all live in one big one!" Because that's the only answer that doesn't leave my tongue With a foul taste, like when I somehow got soap On my Ringpop My parents smile, but I know my imagination isn't welcome on this imaginary isl