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Morning,

Well it's 4am and I can't sleep so thought be good to write back to you! Wanted to firstly say sorry for not writing back sooner. Life has been manic and work is just as busy... sleep, work and sleep some more then maybe a bit of food if I have time..

I hope your okay etc?
I know we aren't meant to give any pacific details but my kid has been poorly and has been for a while.. I've been concentrating on that situation hence why I haven't had time to actually sit and write back to you! I say poorly but he's poorly due to his own actions however it wasn't deserved! The rest bite centre has been amazing... we got some great news and our kid was sitting up.. shocked and happy was completely and utterly an understatement! If I am honest I couldn't believe I was watching my kid sitting up and not hooked up to machines, tubes.. that constantly sound of beeping or whooshing from the air machine I will not miss.. is it bad I forgot his smile?? I feel awful and I don't know what I should be doing or what I can do... the doctors are saying home is best care but my ex wife hasn't got the time now she has a new lover! I own my own company and I live in a flat... sorry I shouldn't be putting this on you & I have given you too much details!!

I know it's life and there are many more people out there who are a lot worse off than my situation, my family! I am not saying I want sympathy at all but I generally don't know what I should be doing... I do feel I let my kid down I do because I couldn't prevent this from happening.. I know it's my kids choice but I'm the parent. I'm the one who sorts things. I'm the one to turn too and I couldn't stop that from happening!! Am I a bad parent?? Because i god damn feel like one!

Again I'm sorry for blabbing this all out.. I try and vent it out the best way I know how... Boxing.. what's your best way to vent?

Again I'm sorry

Take care

Mr chuckle (Not so chuckle)

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Sealing the envelope down I found myself creeping down to the board and pinning it up.

"Boss"
"Shit don't jump out on people" gasping my chest
"Sorry alright?" Tony laughed
"Course"
"I need your help tonight?"
"With What Tony?"
"My new client..." Tony rolled his eyes
"Come up to the office"

***

"Alright son." I cheerfully walked into his room, there was that hospital smell and my shoes squeezed with every step. Dan just smiled brightly but being unable to speak still due to the tubes that have irritated his throat.

"Here.. tonight i thought you could do with a treat!" Tipping a few magazines and a bag of grapes on the blanket.

Dan instantly took hold of the fitness magazine.

"Son if we work hard enough you can get to that again " pointing to front cover not just to convince him but myself worries and fears too

His smiled grew bigger and Dan reached for a note book & he wrote

When can I come home?

Soon but we need to get you well before... walk unadided

But mum wants me to go home with her

Okay isn't that the best place?

Shaking his head in disapproval I couldn't help but ask him

Where do you want to go son?

With you.. I trust you.. your my dad

Okay look I will speak to your mum..

How on earth am I going to ask his mother that her son, my step son live with me while he's recovering.. how am I going to deal with it?

"Look son I need to get back.. I need to sort a few things.. I'll ring mum.. see you later" giving dan a light hug I felt the warmth from him.. he is my son and I do have rights to discus his well being. I barely remembered the drive back to the gym.. pulling up into my space I saw that cleaner was a different person. Not the same girl!

"Hi excuse me.." Jogging over to the boy who was carrying out two black bin liners

"Yeah what" he grunted at me as he pulled a earphone out

"Where's the normal cleaner?"

"Oh She couldn't make it today" he turned away to put the ear phone in again

"Is she sick?" Quizzing

"Family matter and her means of transport is broken"

"Her bike is still broken?"

"Yep.. are you okay to lock up?" he rounded the corner of the building and gone from sight!

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