The Boy with 100 Days

Day 6

            Today was a long day. Some of it was great, other parts were just dull, and irritating. Before I woke up I was dreaming a very happy dream. I was in the back of the car with Liz, and my parents weren't paying attention to us. She asked me "If you could have anything you want, anything at all, but only one thing. What would it be?"

            "You." I replied, and leaned close to her to kiss her. It was amazing, but only a dream. When I woke up, I kept trying to go back into that dream, but couldn't. So I got out of bed, and got dressed. I brushed my teeth and combed my hair, and went into the kitchen where my mom was cooking eggs. "Good morning." I sat down at the table.

            "Good morning Alex. Did you sleep well?" She replied, serving me some scrambled eggs, and orange juice. I nodded drinking the orange juice, and almost spilt it. "Oh, be careful dear." She sad smiling. I smiled back with a chuckle, and began eating. Today some family members were coming over to visit me, so I had to clean up a lot for them. When I finished cleaning, I still had around 30 minutes left before they would get here. So I read a book of poems, in which I found a good poem that I really enjoyed.

            I don't know why, but it makes me feel better somehow. Maybe because I'm not alone in this, and at least I don't feel alone like the poet who wrote it. Either way, I feel better reading it, so I'll write it down.

The waves of sorrow break me,

As the endless ocean takes me.

When the cold salty water comes,

I will let it soak me.

My compassion dried to a desert,

Where even the cacti die of thirst.

The sand stretching long but to no avail,

Dry and brittle it has gone away.

Where my heart once beat warm and nice

,it is now replaced cold as ice.

I climb the mountain gallantly,

trying to find, the real me.

As I walk down the road of troubles,

I surpass many things.

Yet the long awaited end,

is still to far to reach.

And I ask myself.

What now?

            My grandparents were the first to arrive, and I gave them big hugs, and asked them how they were. Next my cousins came, along with my aunt, and uncle. I greeted them as well. When I said all my Hello's I decided to see how everybody was, and how they were taking it. They weren't really taking it well, but my grandmother told me that Everything Happens for a Reason.

            Later that night we had a family dinner, told jokes, laughed, sung, danced, and fooled around. But like always, it ended and everybody went home. Later while laying in bed texting Liz, she told me she was crying and that her boyfriend was fighting with her. I called her to calm her down, and quietly talking made her fall asleep over the phone. It was the least I could do for her right then, I couldn't go over there to rest with her until she sleeps. Although I wouldn't mind it at all, but tomorrow I will try to actually comfort her.