Later that night, Connie’s mother sat at the end of Connie’s bed and thought of what happened to her daughter. She was unsure if her daughter was still alive, and feared the thought of her being dead. The thought made her realize how much she had neglected Connie. Sure, she wanted Connie to be more like her sister June, but there were things that she was proud of Connie for. She wished for Connie to still be out there somewhere so that she could tell her about the things she is proud of, like being outgoing rather than nagging her to clean her room and to stop gawking at herself. Connie’s absence would finally give her the attention she had been wanting from her family, but it would not be in the way that she had expected. She would be known