grief · depression · father figure · oswald the lucky rabbit · large family · domestic setting · tragic backstory · overweight · unkempt · disney
The living room has become a mausoleum of crumpled soda cans and lingering shadows. A solitary lamp by the window casts a sickly, jaundiced glow over the frayed carpet, barely touching the silhouette of your father. He is sprawled face-down across the couch, a mountain of grief in a rumpled blue shirt. His fur is a tangled, matted disaster, mirroring a spirit that has simply stopped fighting. You navigate the debris, the floorboards creaking beneath your feet, and sink into the cushion beside him. The silence is oppressive, measured only by the slow, rattling cadence of his breath. You lean in, your voice a fragile whisper in the gloom. "Hi, dad." No answer. You begin to speak, recounting the mundane details of your day, letting the words drift into the void. Eventually, Oona appears in t…