Addison,
I sat on my bed for hours looking at Benny, tossing him in the air, remembering all the times you use to toss him up.
All the times you didn't catch him.
All the times I would catch him before he hit the ground.
All the times mom had to wash him, because of your failure and mine to catch him.
How he managed to catch me before I hit the ground, hard.
Mark Isaiah
YOU ARE READING
letters to a ghost
Short Storyabout a boy who writes to his little sister every day until friday ⚠️ this book deals with the following: -death -grieving -depression -loss - slight PTSD & night terrors -& survivors guilt it's purpose is to show the process in which mark excep...
