December 21st
Dear boy with the red nose,
When you were gone from school, I immediately thought the worst. My heart stopped the second I walked into school and saw that your space in the library was vacant. What happened? Did she get sick again? I prayed that you just overslept or had an appointment. I don't think I could ever face the truth if something ever did happen to you, you know? You're that little piece that makes me feel a little bit more like me, even when things aren't rolling as smoothly as we all would like. We make each other laugh, and I can talk to you about practically anything, and I won't ever give that up. Not without a fight.
Hearing your voice, even if it was stuffy and broken by the phones speaker was an instant relief, and I could listen to you without having to hold my breath for bad news. You had caught a cold sometime last night. I told you not to go out without a jacket and you said you'd be fine. Who was right?
I saw your name back at the assisted living home today, the first time in nearly two months since you've been there. Everyone missed you and I've received many questions from the residents when you would be returning. I gleefully told them today. Are you sure you're ready to come back? I know when I asked you told me you needed a little more time. I don't want to rush you into it.
The girl making chicken noodle soup.
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.
