November 1st
Dear boy with the puffy eyes,
Your mother was hospitalized again two days ago, and on her request, I dragged you home to shower and rest. You fought me the entire way to the car; you said nasty words that you cried about once in the passenger seat. I wasn't mad. How could I when everything in your live has been completely flipped upside down? What kind of person would take words in pain to heart? I would let you call me everything in the book and I wouldn't even bat an eye.
I nearly cried when you came out of the shower with only a towel on. That healthy and dashing man that I met when I was six is now nothing more than skin stretched over bone. Before I let you go back to the hospital, I forced you to eat and take a nap. In your volatile state, you called me more hurtful things. I'm sorry you feel so alone.
From the girl that will make sure you take care of yourself.
YOU ARE READING
To The Boy In History
Short StorySometimes projects can lead you to open up your eyes to the people around you and force you to feel things that you wouldn't have normally felt before.
