Yet Another

Nearly deathly ill, and it's the first time you speak to me in nearly 3 weeks.

I am still a bit shocked.

I find it odd that my almost-hospitalization is the only reason you speak to me.

And apologize.

Again.

Maybe you meant it this time?

I couldn't help that I cried.

This is the 2nd time you've said sorry for the same thing.

And this is the first time I've been sick without a parent to look after me.

It makes me feel like a little kid.

I don't know, I suppose we'll see if things change. You claim that they have. I have yet to see it.

But then, we've been avoiding each other for quite some time now.

I feel nauseous, and generally disgusting.

I need a shower.

Some throat lozenges.

I need someone to sit next to me and caress my hair while I lie down and continue to focus on breathing.

There is one wonderful thing though that happened today: I got my red parka.

And it makes me look like Little Red Riding Hood.

I am delighted.