“I'm sorry.” Sunny mutters.
His mother looks over at him, “for what honey?”
“For existing.”
His mother frowns, “Oh, don't be like that, hon. You don't have to be sorry for that.”
Sunny sighs, leaning his head on his hand. “No. I should be sorry. I'm a nuisance to you. A burden.”
“Sunny, don't say that. You're neither of those things. I wouldn't be taking care of you if you were.” Mother says gently.
“You take care of me because you'll get in trouble if you don't. You take care of me simply because you have to.”
His mother's frown grows. “I take care of you because I love you. I'd care for you even if I didn't have to.”
Sunny stays silent.
“Honey, I know you probably don't believe me. And that's okay. But I do want you to believe that I love you. Okay?”
“How can you love a child that can't do anything right?”
His mother opens her mouth to speak, but her son cuts her off.
“And don't say that I shouldn't say that, or that I'm wrong. Because I know for a fact that I'm right. I can't talk to people. I can't stay on a normal sleep schedule. I can't eat right, I either eat too much or too little and it's almost always the most unhealthy shit. I can't draw. I can't play the violin. I can't write. I can't go to school without wanting to cry or thinking about killing myself. I can't touch certain things that normal people are able to. I can hardly even get out of bed in the mornings. I can't even take care of myself.”
He pauses.
“There's so many things I can't do, so much wrong with me. I can't even act like a normal person anymore. And yet you still insist on loving me. Why? Why do you still love me?” Sunny looks up at his mother with tears in his eyes.
His mother sighs, sitting down next to him. “There is no ‘why’. I just do. You're my son. And I'll always love you.” She pulls him close to her, hugging him gently.
Sunny is quiet.
“I love you so much Sunny.”
. . .
“But… why?”
