Don't run. Hide.
Don't laugh. Cry.
I had these things in mind as I sat on the edge of my mother's hospital bed, waiting. Waiting, what I had done three years. Waiting, what I had done for thirty-six hospital visits plus two hours and a day at the ER.
And as I waited, I analyzed these thoughts in my mind, but they only boiled down to uncomprehension. Misinderstanding. Doubt. Fear. Sorrow. Anger.
I can't run from my problems, nor hide from them. I had no choice in fate. Suck it up, face it, and deal with what life throws at you. That's what I know. Or knew.
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The Most Random Book Ever
De TodoA book of random stories that I'll probably never finish. Some of them I wrote when I was nine and ten, so that explains the poor writing skills.
