Ode of Laundry Machine **

Clorox - Borax!?

Borax!? I would have been fine if he was just smoking or drinking but Borax? That was a whole new story. Borax was a popular street drug that was getting more attention than ever lately. I was not going to tolerate this and neither was Sock. This was the last thing I wanted to happen to Breadward. It was worse than him dying to me because you literally become a breathing corpse. Everything about Borax screams death. I stomped into Breadward's room and grabbed the bag of white powder. It was definitely Borax. Why did he have to take Borax of all things?  I thought. I could sense Sock's disappointment from the other side of the room. I threw the awful drug in the trash then looked to Sock.

We talked about it for a while. It was decided that we send Breadward to a rehabilitation program for troubled youth. We put Breadward, still high af,  into the car and we drove off to the airport. As soon as we got there we realized we had forgotten to pack. Whatever. Breadward was more important. We got our tickets for the flight to the Living Room. The wait took hours so by the time we got to security, Breadward was sober. Semi-sober. He half-staggered into the airplane, expecting us to follow. We closed the airplane door behind him and waved through the small window. He pressed a hand to the window, a tear rolling down his "cheek". It took everything I had not to open the door again and hug him. But this was necessary. This would rid Breadward of his drug problem.

Sock hugged me and started to cry. I rubbed her "back", trying my best to comfort her. We walked arm-in-arm back to the car, not waiting for the airplane to take off. I already knew he was going to be okay. The nurses were going to take excellent care of Breadward. He would come home, and hopefully forgive us for sending him away all the way to the living room. The living room was a beautiful place though, and he would love the scenery. We didn't send him there long. He would be back in two weeks. We would see him, then take him to dinner at his favorite restaurant, then we would both hug him and tell him how much I love him. I would have to have a little "sit down" with his boyfriend though. It didn't bother me at all that Breadward was gay. It was the Borax that really made me lose it. I would contact his parents and... It was then I realized I didn't know the hat's parents. I would talk to them when Breadward came back. Yup, great plan. I'm a genius.

Sock said nothing on the ride back home. We saw many familiar places while I was driving. The laundry machine, our old house, and others that not even Sock remembered. All of this was so surreal. This was our life. This wasn't the life of some cliche romantic comedy book, but it sure felt like it. Sock's eyes were red from crying when we got home. We snuggled with the children and watched Boopy and Tinoo. The kids fell asleep to it, their smol hands curled around Sock's hem. It took me a second to realize that she was also asleep. I tried to chuckle but no sound came out. I couldn't even laugh without Breadward. He had grown on us to the point where he became a part of me. I couldn't see how that was possible though. He was the opposite of happiness. I decided not to question my strange emotions. 

I went to bed that night, thinking what Sock and I could've done better. How we could've steered Breadward away from the Borax. We've failed Breadward and I hoped that we wouldn't do the same to Stewella or Jim.