Fallen Girl

lix

dear diary

this is my fifty-ninth week in high school and i'm enjoying my dying.

mom has been with me the whole week.

reading books to me, making tea, singing me to sleep.

so it feels like good old times.

when i was just in the flu.

instead of dying deadly disease.

and it works fine for me.

mom: how does it feel? are you afraid or feel the blessing?

me: i feel like flying and it is wonderful

mom: where are you flying? to Him?

me: yes, to God and the light

mom: tell him to keep you well a-and... an-d to hold you on a rainy day

me: i'm gonna be just fine, mom

mom: i know you will, i'm just checking on Him

me: and we're going to check on you