"I felt the tug on my sleeve and looked down to find him standing motionless. His mouth was moving but I couldn’t make out his words. His quiet body in the noisy room caught me off guard. I bent down to find his voice."
Sometimes I can see tears in your eyes and I wonder why you’re sad. I hear you talking to friends and saying you ‘don’t feel like yourself lately.’ I don’t understand because to me you are so perfect.
"I don’t remember how sometimes you got angry or cried or had to walk out of the room to take a breath. I don’t remember a schedule, a checklist or any expectations other than just you."
