(Nickle) “I don't get people. You go from hating someone to holding hands with them. Don't come crying to me when you get hurt again. I love you but i can't deal with it” I hear mom and dad argue from upstairs
...He cried deep muffled heart filled cries in his soft baby blue pillow he got from his grandmother, because her realized not only would he never see her again, but he has a choice but one far too big to make, when he seen her last she was so full of joy he could not imagine not seeing her again, his best friend since he was little, she taught him that it's normally to write and normal to be abnormal, because like she said that's what makes you special. The only thing stopping him from seeing her is the fact that he could not stand to hurt his little sister that way, he's the only one she has now that grandmas dead and mom and dad are too unstable to take care of her. Stuck in between he doesn't know where to go stuck in between he knows he must stand tall, and only hope since grandmas always been so understanding shell know he loves her and needs to stay strong for now.
“Dear grandma im going to take care of Amara, and when we are done and all grown and wore down, i'll see you it may not be as long as you assume forever is sometimes only a day.”
Should i turn this into a full book or stop while i'm ahead?
