A small part of me yearns to be sick. It yearns to be sick and helpless. Not only helpless, it must have one to help it. My mind seems to always drift back to the want of someone to care for me, someone to care enough to care for me. I used to beg for broken bones and incurable illness in hopes of someone to be by my side. For someone's eyebrows to furrow when looking my way, concern prominent on their face. Now that im older and know there is no one there, it seems alot easier to leave things up to fate and call it fair.
Elesio Corsetti
When we were children Catalina and i would hide around the house, Mama peaking around each corner to find us. The laughter was soul-filling and beyond needed.
Then our father would come home late and aggravated with work and Mama would swiftly bring us to our rooms, telling us that she was worn from seeking and needed to rest. She would kiss our heads goodnight and walk downstairs to our father's aid.
I couldn't have known.
*in Italian*
With that thought a door opens down stairs.
"Ellie, I'm home!"she says loudly to notify her arrival.
I quickly make my way to her, in need of comfort.
"Bring it in big guy." She says knowingly
I slowly walk to her open arms and her sad smile fades and shoulders loosen as i fully embrace her.
" i missed you El." She says without expecting a response, knowing conversation isn't my strongest quality.
She used to make fun of my "silent period" as things would change around me, commenting on my quiet demeanor in the first few days of her arrivals.
I lean back and nod, sadness filling our expressions.
"I missed you more." I say in a sigh as every pent emotion leaves in a breath.
Just wanted to add some more bae time even if it's short.
Ilysm
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