Life is Worth the Living || UNDER EDITING

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"Please mommy don't make me go!" Max yelled sounding like half his age. Mom was in her bedroom getting dressed into more comfy cloths before we went to the hospital. Max sat at the door near the stairs that was Mom and Dads bedroom. I was walking down the stairs when I heard him.

"Already tried that, she just won't listen." I warned him.

"Well at least you don't have to go in 'the room'."

"What's wrong with the room?" I asked.

"There's birds all over the walls in the room." He said. He was afraid of birds ever since a geese tried to bite him when he was four.

"Okay, then I'll make sure that well get you to a different room." Mom opened the door.

"Finally!" Max yelled, "Lets go!"

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In the car ride I was wondering about my father. My fathers a business man. I never get to see him because he's always off on a trip or works late. He let his work consume him from his family. My parents were going to get a divorce, but my father begged and said he'd try harder. He tried harder by getting me a gift card for my birthday. It's better than getting me nothing, though.

When we walked in the building and passed the ducklings, I noticed there was a new girl at the desk that looked about my age. Mom checked us in and then I was so bored I actually walked up to her.

"Hi." I said.

"Hello, how may I help you?" She asked.

"I don't mean to offend you in any way, but how old are you? You seem very responsible to have this job."

"I'm 16. I'm a sophomore in high school. I got this job because it would be great to have on my collage application. I want to be a doctor, so this is be an amazing job to have. What's your name?" She asked.

"Luna, yours?"

"Evelyn. How old are you?"

"I'm 14. And it was nice to meet you, Evelyn." I said and then I remembered that West came here on Wednesdays. I looked around and I noticed he was in the same spot where he was before. He waved to get my attention and I waved back, so I walked over.

"Hi." I said with my hands.

He reached for his bag and he hand the notebook that we had before.

I sat down and wrote on the next page, "You've had this?"

"Yeah. I knew you were going to come back, so I guess I just kept it." He wrote.

There was a few seconds of silence before I wrote, "How old are you?"

"I'm turning 15 next mouth. How old are you?"

"I'm 14. I'll be 15 three months."

Once again there was a break between was again, but this time he wrote something instead.

He wrote: "Do you want the honor to go to a deaf guy in a wheelchairs house?"

"One second, I'll have to ask. What's your address?"

"1357 on Lilly's dr."

"Okay. I'll be right back."

I asked my mother and told her the address. She apparently knew were
The house was because she has bought something there.

"It's okay. I'm allowed. Right now I have to go in the room with my brother." I wrote on the pages.

"What about the notebook?"

"Keep it. I don't mind." I wrote and I got my bag and went into the room.