The situation is still tense at home. But at least I get to meet the homeless lady every Tuesday when I go for therapy. Today is America's Birthday, Mr and Mrs Fischer gave ma a day off. A day off to do what? Maybe go to a party. Or go to the beach. Have a barbecue. Laugh. Talk. Take pictures. Or lock yourself in your room and cry yourself senseless. While you're at it get shit faced drunk. I sat in the sitting room all day staring at the TV. All day! I wish I was back at the hospital.
Happy Birthday America. Happy Birthday Dad!
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We Shall Heal
Short StorySadness doesn't suit a pretty face like yours. Tell me. What does? Happiness.
