Lean, Green, and Mean: Riley Moss

Well, no, we're none of us especially mean, but it rhymes, and that's the point, right?

My name's Riley Moss.

I found my father's journals - he hid them under the bed. It seems like now's as good a time as any to continue what he started.

So, my brothers are Casey and Charlie. I'm almost sad that it's only us three, when Mother and Father planned for more - but no, they couldn't have handled any more. They went full vegetable before any of us could even walk.

See, that means 'they stopped moving or talking or anything but being plants.'

It's really sad. I remember Father holding me in his arms ....

If I didn't have his journals, I think I'd be really sad. But he knew what was going to happen, and he tried to prepare us as well as he could. They both did.

Mother used to play music for us. I remember that.

Sometimes I imagine I can remember bits of what they used to be. Father's defiance, Mother's love.

It's only in my head, but it's a good dream.