"Long Time Falling:" quick fiction, draught-1

I've been falling for a long time. Looking after my father. He is going ta the doctor all the time now. and My sister's child, while she out smoking and carrying on in di clubs an such places; he just sitting there watching the wildflowers. Such an odd kid, I wonder what goes on in that head of his. My sister always singing about about innocence and the light from the sky.
And I hear the landlords heavy foot coming up the stairs like the shivering from a thunder storm. I know he's gonna come in here, so I'm still as glass and the light catches me just so. I think maybe he won't see me and I'll slip-a-way like a fish in the pond. I'm praying the child just sits there; stay still, and the landlord won't notice, he'll think nobody's home.

I can hear his hand on the door and I'm trapped. Sweat beads on my forehead an the heat run down my nose and drop to the table; a little pool that smells like sunblock and fear.

At the same time there's someone in the street shouting about the air plane he sees and I can hear the plane zooming like an angry hive of bees in a hurricane. The landlord belches and he clatters down the stairs to see.
Just as I'm learning to breathe, again, I look out the window and there is the boy looking up at me, his eyes bright with knowledge knowing, and I shiver like I'm naked with the fingertips of morning mist running up my spine.
Coming back to my kitchen table i remember; My father coming back from the healer, and I get up from the kitchen table and call the boy to come in.