Thomas Ridgewell

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I feel so much angst and fluff mixed in my veins right now and i do not know why!
-Isabella

TORM'S POV

  Mama and Papa came back in a bit later. Mama was crying and Papa carried my sisters. I jumped a little when mama hugged me tightly.

"Mama? Why are u crying?"
He didn't answer but cried more. I got scared. What happened? Did I do it?

"Torm," Papa said. I looked over at him. He set my sisters down and sat next to me. "Would you feel happier if you had another family. Like an actual mom and a dad without a drinking problem?"
"..I don't know papa...I think that I will because I will feel normal but I don't want you and Mama to be upset.."
"Torm, this has nothing to do with me and mama being upset. This is about you and how you feel. All we ever wanted is our babies to feel happy, us as parents or not, that is our top priority."
"..."
"Kiddo, they might be putting you into foster care for a few days..maybe more..you'll be living with other families and u choose ur dream family...that isn't how it actually works but that's how I wanted it to go. I don't want you to be forced with people that you don't like living with."
I nodded. The doctor came in and walked over to mama and papa, showing them a paper. Mama's tears came faster and papa was looking like he wanted to hurt the wall.
"Mama? What's wrong with me?"
He wiped his face and knelt next to me, "oh I wish I could tell you 'nothing' but..U have cancer Torm...in ur eyes.."
I cried. I'm crying. I have cancer. i'm gonna die!

Papa left the room. Mama looked even more worried but stayed with me.

The doctor came back in and smiled.
"Congrats Torm, you already have an eye donor!"
Mama stood up, "really?! Who's the donor?"






















"Thomas Ridgewell."

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