If Tomorrow Never Comes
Chapter 7
The young boy watched his parents from across the room as they wept with grief. He stood and slowly walked over to his father. His hand touched his father's shoulder lightly,"Daddy?" His voice was tiny as he spoke."What?" his father asked, not raising his head to meet his young boy's eyes."Um...I..j..just was wondering w...what's wrong with B...Brian?"His tiny voice asked. Jerald sighed. His head rose, for just a second, to meet Kevin's eyes. "We don't know what's wrong with him" His voice was low as he spoke. "T..then when can we leave daddy?" Kevin asked. Jerald sighed heavily, "Kevin, I just said that we don't know what is wrong with Brian, how in the world would we know when we can leave!"His voice was low as he spoke, but it was filled with anger. Kevin's eyes again filled up with tears as he turned around and walked back to the other side of the room. He reached the door, and slowly slipped through the door. He slid down the wall, bringing his knees up to his chin, as he cried softly.
Ann pulled away from Jerald as she sighed. Jerald looked up at his wife, "What's wrong?" he asked. She turned her head away, "What is it with you?" she said."What do you mean?" he asked confused. "Why are you always snapping at him, he's just a little boy, Jerald he meant no wrong"She said, as tears fell silently from her eyes. He sighed, but said nothing. She shut her eyes tightly, "You know, I would think that you having cancer would make you want to spend more time with him, but so far, all you have done is push him away"she said. Tears started to endlessly fall from her eyes,"I don't know why Ann...okay? I just don't know, it's so hard. It's so hard to look at my son, knowing that I won't see him grow up. Like I said before Ann...how does a father tell his son that he has cancer. How do I tell my son that I'm dying Ann, how?" He said as a sob escaped his mouth. He put his head in his hands, as his shoulders shook with every sob. None of them heard the small boy enter the room. "Daddy?" the small shaky voice asked. Ann and Jerald lifted their heads to see the small boy with tears still falling down his face. "Y...you have...c...c...cancer?"