dear ivo,
i found my mum crying in her room the next night.
"mum, what's wrong?" i asked her. she didn't answer so i walked in.
"what's wrong with me?" i asked her after a coughing fit. "why am i like this?"
she just shook her head and kept crying. something was in her hands. it looked like paper. i pried it from her fingers and read it.
the moment i read those first four sentences, i dropped the paper, running out of the room and out the front door of the house.
truly,
teddy
YOU ARE READING
truly, teddy ✔️ [unedited]
Teen Fictionalbert einstein once asked a question that sometimes makes me hazy: "am I or the others crazy?" [lowercase intended] [completed] . loosely based off of past experiences . . all rights reserved copyright @ unbirthdays 2014