November 14th
Dear boy with the protruding ribs,
The doctor said that you were underweight and I can easily tell why. Every time I touch you, I can feel the fragile bones hidden under taunt and pale skin. The hollows by your collar bones get larger each time I see you, which is everyday. Your joints seem to snap at every movement now and I flinch with each crack and pop you make.
When I made you and your mom pasta last night, you could hardly finish it. You could hardly make a dent in it, actually. And that terrified me. How can I stand by and let someone I care about whither away with each passing day? How could I let you put yourself through that?
The girl that's determined to help you.
YOU ARE READING
To The Boy In History
KurzgeschichtenSometimes 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.
