That Thursday
Mom shuttles
me to the
hospital
so Dr. Brimmond
can refer us
to Dr. Sanchez
who tells us
I dissociated
to cope with
the strong emotions
associated with
ticking,
which is
a response to
life stressors.
Mom and I
sit through
this news
together.
It's the way
we've
always done it.
We don't
kick each
other out
of the office or
hide things.
We walk out
hand in hand
and I am
just glad
to not be
in a wheelchair
like I was
when she
picked me up
from school.
We see Abby
on our way out
and buy her
an iced coffee
as yet another
thank you
for all she does
for me.
This makes her
cry
(like always)
but when I
tell her
what the
psychologist says
her eyes
stay dry because
she knows
how to
not let
terrible news
affect her.
It makes me
sad that
death doesn't
seem to
get to her,
but a small
act of gratitude
shakes
her world.
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Teen FictionCover by kyromaniak Everyone wants to be different. I just want to be like everybody else. ---- Seventeen-year-old chronically ill Emma has traded dreams of flying into space for, "Support Therapy," aka, "The Dying Kids Group," and Student Council...
