(AN: This story is about a boy who lives in a deserted village with his family. It was one of my English home-works and I actually quite like it! Context: The Yellow Coats are people from the government/real estate, The End is when everyone but the family got kicked out, and The Forgetting is his mother's early dementia.)

TW: Dementia, hints of loneliness 

Our house is a dead place. What I mean is, it's in the middle of nowhere and no one ever comes close. Most people left after The End. 

My family are dead too. At least, inside they are. My dad sits on the sofa all day, reading and re-reading old newspapers. My sister spends all her time in her room, blasting music through the radio. She only comes down for meals. As for my mom, she's the worst case. She refuses to accept everyone is gone. Instead, she bakes food for our "neighbours" all day. She forgets things. Sometimes she forgets my name. I think I'm the only sane person in the house.

I remember lots of things. I remember everyone's address and date of birth who lived here. I remember the exact measurements of everything in my room. I remember when The Yellow Coats came, and when The Forgetting started.

The Forgetting... I think it was the 5th of December, five weeks before my birthday. I came downstairs to see my mom baking cookies and cakes in the kitchen.

Time skip but backwards 

"Mommy? What are you doing?"

"I'm baking, sweetheart. Y'know, for our neighbours.

"They're gone, mommy."

"Don't be silly, sweetheart!"

Then she went back to baking.

Time skip back to the present

Since then, she started forgetting all sorts. My name, her name, how old she is, where we live, whether or not we have neighbours and how many cakes she's baked. My dad and sister don't notice, so every day I bike to the city, sell the cakes and buy us more food. It's a long way, but I manage. I've always managed.

I have to manage.

(AN: I know it's short but it's literally all I have in my English book-)