Sorry You Died, Son

Yes, I’m laughing at you.

Heather Lee
2 min readAug 18, 2023
A zoomed in shot of different headstones in a cemetery surrounded by mostly dead grass.
Thank goodness none of these are my son’s grave. Photo taken by Daughter

“Mom! Guess how long I lasted in this game.”

“Well, you’ve been in your room for hours, so I’m going to guess…hours.”

“A minute 38.”

“What have you been doing in there for so long?”

“Playing random games. This one is new. It’s called My Summer Car. When the game starts, you’re in a cabin. I decided to get really drunk.”

“You’re not old enough.”

“Mom.”

“Okay, fine. Thanks for getting obnoxiously drunk in a game and not in real life. I’m so proud.”

“So I got really drunk and on the side of the screen my bladder meter showed full.”

“What kind of game IS this?!”

“So I decided to empty my bladder, peed on the tv, electrocuted myself, and died.”

“Oh my goodness.”

“I didn’t think I could die while I was still in the cabin. I thought I would at least get out the door.”

“You do understand how dumb this game sounds, right?”

“Yep. I’m gonna go try again.”

“We need to go back to when you were only allowed to play educational games.”

Two small white shelves holds 28 small matchbox cars in blues, whites, blacks, and yellows.
which one of these is your summer car? Photo taken by Friend

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Heather Lee
Heather Lee

Written by Heather Lee

One white cane in a sighted world

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