How Is It? Tourettes?

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Robert's POV;

The funeral was pretty sad. Well. I say pretty sad. It was miserable. My mother was one of those people that everybody loves. Literally. Everyone loved her. I don't think anybody ever hated her. Life was lovely with my mum around. It was so bright, now? Not so much. It doesn't feel the same without my mum around. She really did make life so much better. So much brighter. Now I have to find a way to make my world bright again. I tried using a lightbulb. That only worked when the sun went down or I was in a dark room. So that's out of the question.

My dad is miserable as well. He loved my mother with every fibre and microfibre of his body. He loved her more than anything. He's been down and depressed since she passed away. I've greeted him every morning with his favourite breakfast. I think that helps him. In a way. It normally ends up a little bit of a mess, but he loves it all the same. Dad has barely left his room. He hasn't really had to, you know? We're rich. We're not like those other rich people, see. All snobby and obnoxious. No. We're more kind, more caring. We donate alot to help others. We find others good homes and places to live. Things to eat and drink. We help. Alot. And yet we are still left with alot of money. I guess that's because Dad works hard at a really well paying job. Mum did too. Before she got sick. Before...........well you know.
Anyways.
My parents have always been really hands on parents as well. They've never left me with a nanny or anything. It's not that we couldn't afford it. We could and still can.
They just wanted to be the ones to raise me.
The ones to make all my meals.
The ones to educate me.
The ones to take me to school.
The ones to take me to any after school activities I had.
The ones to attend every single play.
The ones to attend every single performance.
They wanted to be the ones to know me the best.
My best friends.

And they succeeded. They really succeeded. They are my best friends and will forever be the greatest friends I've ever had. That's not to say I don't have other friends. I do. But the bestest friends I've ever had? My greatest friends? My bestest friends I've got? My parents. 100%. I love them and they love me. I know that's alittle weird to say now that my mum is dead. But it's true. They've always been protective.
Especially since my Tourettes diagnosis.
They've always been protective, but since the diagnosis, the level of protectiveness was raised. The protectiveness was against other people. They would go off of one at anybody who would so much as think as looking at me funny, or being rude. So my life wasn't really hindered all that much. Well it was. You know what I mean.

Dad was reading up on this place that is an experimental place. A place that helps people like me. We've tried all sorts of medicine, and none has helped alot, so we're hoping this place is able to help. I've read about then as well. Dad and I have agreed that I will go, but we will see each other regularly. We'll try every day. If he's unable to make it, I understand. And if I'm unable to make it to see him, he understands. We'll just video call each other. That way we get to see and talk to each other every day. No problemo. We're going to visit the place tomorrow. Let's hope everything goes well.