Day By Day, Life Goes On
Day Eighteen: Help Me
“Mikey, Mikey, please help me.”
It was the first words I had said to his in three months.
He turned, staring at me.
“What?”
It was ironic that was all he could say.
“I don’t want to be like this anymore.”
I look down at my raggedy clothing.
“I want to be myself again.”
“Finally. It only took you six years.”
I just laugh, it felt good.
“Well I needed it.”
“Why do you think I didn’t send mom here?”
We laugh one again. It felt even better.
“You are cleaning up after yourself now.”
“Yeah, I know figured that.”
It was the first words I had said to his in three months.
He turned, staring at me.
“What?”
It was ironic that was all he could say.
“I don’t want to be like this anymore.”
I look down at my raggedy clothing.
“I want to be myself again.”
“Finally. It only took you six years.”
I just laugh, it felt good.
“Well I needed it.”
“Why do you think I didn’t send mom here?”
We laugh one again. It felt even better.
“You are cleaning up after yourself now.”
“Yeah, I know figured that.”