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seashells

"you're as caring as the seashells."

"you're as whole as the seashells."

"i think ice cream is the only perfect thing apart from the islands."

his eyes crinkled as he laughed at my remark.

"i agree."

"...."

"do you ever feel self-pity?"

"no, i'm okay with death, and i'm ready to leave, but i'm ashamed, sometimes. not for me, but for my mum. i feel she deserves a healthy son, that can do everyday, normal things, but i'm just not that person, you know?"

"yeah, is that why you put up with all the chest pain, fainting, when you could just leave?"

"yes, i feel like i owe it to my mum to be a perfect son, and i try so hard, everyday, but there are so many things that we can't do because of my disability."

"your mom would be so proud of you."

"you're as caring as the seashells; they blow their horns when someone is injured."

"you're as whole as the seashells; your mom is not ashamed because you are the perfect son, not broken by your disease."