I went to bed three hours ago.
Fruit salad. Yummy, yummy.
The master is tapping my arm, he must want food.
I stopped telling those people in the hopes that they’ll understand.
It’s about making progress.
Within minutes… I’m out cold.
There aren’t too many prodigy doctor shows about kids like him.
I can’t imagine scrolling menus just to say, “I. Am. Angry.”
One day, she’ll be 50 and still my baby girl.
He has choices now. I made the effort to find his outlet.