by Gigi of LB Lee
This entire story was drawn and written by Gigi. She draws like a kindergartener, with very simple figures and careful but awkward lettering.
Gigi (labeled “me”) is a tiny girl with long hair, triangular body to represent her dress, and little triangle arms and legs with stick fingers. Her face has no nose or mouth, only big round eyes. She stands dwarfed by the figures of “my parents,” who are huge black monoliths wearing white smiling masks.
Caption: A long time ago…
Gigi sits in a corner, surrounded by her parents. They tell her, “We can’t deal with you right now. Stay here and be quiet and we will come back later. It will be good.”
“Okay,” Gigi says.
Caption: And I waited.
Gigi sits patiently in her corner, hands clasped.
Caption: And waited.
Gigi looks sad, reaches her arms out in entreaty to the emptiness of the room.
Caption: And waited. But they never came back.
Gigi slumps in her corner and cries. Her tears are little drops running down her pointy face.
Gigi dries her tears. “Maybe I’m dead. That’s why they forgot,” she explains to herself. “Maybe they need a long time. Maybe it’s a test.”
Caption: Rogan didn’t want to be forgotten. He got loud. It went very badly for him.
A scribble of Rogan, a big round man with spiky hair and beard and awkwardly drawn glasses, cries and is barely taller than Gigi, in comparison to the parents who loom over him. “You are not our child!” they say. “She was good and quiet and stayed where we put her! Take drugs and go away! But stay here.”
Gigi sits in her corner with a look of schadenfreude triumph. “Ha ha!” she declares. “I am smart and good! I don’t bother them. They will love me best. Rogan is stupid.”
Caption: But they didn’t love me best. They didn’t even know me. They never came back.
Gigi leaps to her feet, waves her little arms, makes a ferocious little monster face. “I don’t care!” she says. “They are stupid ugly people! I don’t need them! Who cares!”
Then she sits down and clasps her hands patiently. “But just to be sure, I will wait a while longer,” she says. “You never know.”
Caption: It didn’t work.
Gigi is back on her feet, making another angry little face, throwing her hands up in disgust. “I am stupid for even falling for that trick!” she says. “Stupid, stupid!”
Gigi stands glowering in her corner, going, “Grr.” An arrow points to her with the words “mad mad mad mad mad mad mad mad”
Gigi looks sad, reaches out into the emptiness of the room. “Come back!” she begs.
Caption: But I knew they were never coming back. And they never did. THE END.
Gigi sits in her corner crying, hands to her face. “Maybe they will one day,” she says. “Maybe I did it wrong.”
Caption: No they won’t. Get out of the corner. They are gone now. Stop being sad.