Mom wanted to make us into something that we weren�t but would make her happy. She�d be so mad at me if she knew that I haven�t seen Dr. Smith in weeks even though Dr. Smith was doing absolutely nothing for me. All Dr. Smith did was try to make me into what my mom wanted me to be just as he had done to my dad. The last few weeks I have never felt closer to my brother or to my dad and suddenly my sister came back to us as if she knew it was now safe to come out of her hiding place.
     I give my dad a hug and tell him to go for it.
     After dinner, I go up to bed and decide I�ll try sleeping. I don�t have the same fear anymore of having night terrors. I have an entire different feeling tonight and almost as soon as my exhausted body hits the bed, I fall into a deep sleep. I wake up the next morning with light streaming though my window and making dust look like stars. Matt�s knocking at my door. I tell him to come in.
     �Two things.� He says. I tell him I�m listening as I sit up and rub the red pillow marks imprinted on my face.
     �One,� Matt says holding up a finger, �I can move all of my toes on my right foot. Sophie called up the doctor and they�re going to take a look to see if I�ll continue to heal and if there�s any explanation for it.� I smile
     �And two� Matt holds up another finger, �Where�s Dad?�
     �I think he went on a quick vacation,� I tell my brother, �He didn�t say when he�s going to be back.�
     I feel so revived from sleeping it�s like I�ve been born again. I feel so happy and light like I�ve already died and right now, at this very second with the morning light around me and the birds chirping merrily outside I think that this must be my assent to heaven.
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