At 39, Samantha was five, Isaiah was seven. Too young to totally wrap their heads around what was happening. All they knew was that daddy seemed to get sick a lot and didn't go to work anymore. The football guys would come over and play with them, and visit with you, but Isaiah would always ask me why they looked so sad when they left. In the middle of the night, Samantha would come and climb into bed with us. Then she would reach up and wipe away the tears that inevitably always seemed to be falling from my eyes.
Our youth was behind us, even if we were still 'young'. The days of running across a football field and going on long walks in the city were over. You stayed in bed most of the time, unless it was a particularly good day, then you would sit on the couch and we would all cuddle together to watch a movie on Netlix. Never did you stop smiling though.
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no okay i'm sorry guys i really am
but i literally have no idea how to write happy things because i'm so good at crushing souls.
update tomorrrrrrow woohoo
-katie-
