Herbalists' Cache Was scream “Please don’t call 9-1-1!”

Eti knew his speech pattern was different, though unlike some his was purely accentuation. Thanks to the language he grew up around. And he actually liked the way he spoke. Made him feel special to have that accent that had belonged to his granme. Then he grew sad again as the realization that he both sounded and looked like Granme Erzulie. No wonder his family couldn't be around him without crying.

T'ank you.

Her next words and his ears went to his head. He sighed and shook it. I don't. He didn't want to tell her that he had run out on them like a coward. Like the selfish little boy that he was. That his own grief had taken presidence to everyone else's whic wasn't fair. And it filled him with shame.

However, he also knew had he stayed. He would have continued like he was. Acting as if he was fine when he wasn't. So to not worry them. So truly which way was worse?

I be Eti.