"You've got to be kidding me. How have you never seen The Breakfast Club?"
"I've never really saw it as....I don't know, 'all that'." I shrugged.
"One day we will watch it together, and you will learn the greatness and social significance of that movie."
"Are you a doctor or a movie critic?"
"Don't change the subject!"
"Okay. Im changing the subject, but on to a more serious topic."
Joan breathed out with a frown, "Marissa."
"Yes. Her first therapy session is today and I'm really praying it goes well."
"Yeah....this sucks."
"What sucks?" my face filled with happiness as soon as I heard the little ones voice.
"Josi!" I wrapped my hands around her little body. Thankfully, she wasn't so skinny anymore and I didn't feel like I was going to break her.
"What are you doing here?"
"Check ups. That and I promised Daniel I'd visit."
I was honestly happy to see her still doing well and not back on bad terms. She had on this adorable purple dress that went down to her knees and clear sandals. Her hair was tied up and smoothed into a bun. She looked like she was aging already. I couldn't wait till she was truly older and had a cellphone or had just gotten her license, or God forbid, was pregnant. I may be overreacting, but I'm happy for all of this. I feel survival is underappreciated.
"Have you been to visit the twins?"
"I almost forgot! I miss them! Bye BB!" She took off down the hallway, bun bouncing in the wind.
I figured this would be a good time to go visit the new kid.
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I knocked on the door as I saw him laying peacefully in his bed.
"Hi," he spoke.
"Hey. My name's Beyonce. I look over kids like you." I smiled and slowly inched into the room.
"Nice to meet you." His voice was quiet and soft, like his fear was an eclipse to his real voice.
"What do you like to do for fun?" I started off slow, to ease into his comfort zone.
"I like to read." His tone stayed low so that showed me he wasn't very proud of that.
"Oh wow. That must mean you're really smart. What do you want to be when you get older?"
I tugged at something in his heart because he started to brighten up. "A lawyer."
"Oooh, you want to put bad guys away in jail and wear nice suits."
He nodded happily, "My mom is one and she says its hard, but she likes what she does."
I thought that was so cute. Usually boys want to be like dad, but he was inspired by his mom.
"Have you read, Criminal Justice for Dummies?"
"Like 8 times," he laughed.
I climbed in the bed next to him, "When its time to go to college, Yale, Harvard, or Princeton. Those are your options."
"What about Stanford?"
"Yale. Harvard. Princeton" I reiterated.
We laid there talking about college, the future, and how his illness could be temporary depending on his attitude.
