Warning: This is probably one of the saddest things I've ever wrote. Jussayen
Kurt sat in the comfy armchair, he was really happy, and kicking his feet. He got new shoes yesterday, they were shiny and black and he was very proud of them. They were like grown up shoes! He got to show them to his Mommy. She was proud too! Mommy was always proud of Kurt, saying he always acted so grown up and had manners and was smart and was really handsome too! That made him really happy to hear, because Mommy never lied and Mommy was really pretty, even though she was sick. But he got to see her today, and she got to see him and his new shiny shoes!
And he got to count more street lights today too! He could count to 101 now, but he didn't know what came after that. He thought 201, but that didn't seem too right. He could only remember 101 because he liked the movie 101 Dalmatians. He would ask Daddy which came next later, because he knows a lot of numbers.
He played intently with two Power Rangers, mumbling their dialogue to himself as he played, complete with little sound effects when they did something action-y. His Daddy gave him a little smile as he walked through the living room and into the kitchen and Kurt smiled back at him. He liked when Daddy smiled, but since Mommy got sick he didn't smile as much so Kurt tried his best to make up for that by smiling a whole bunch because smiling is contagious you know!
The phone rang and Kurt looked over toward the kitchen. "Who's that, Daddy?" he asked curiously.
Daddy looked at the phone. "...The hospital" he said quietly, sounding a bit worried. Kurt didn't pick up on his tone and just smiled, returning to his little game.
The phone conversation was really quiet and hushed, like sometimes when Daddy and the doctor would talk when they were at the hospital. Kurt just assumed that grown-ups just talk really quietly around him because they thought he had sore ears or something silly like that.
He heard the phone hang up with a little clack. Daddy missed the phone-holey thingy the first time. "Are we going to see Mommy again?" he said, peeking up over the back of the chair into the kitchen.
"...No, Kurt." Daddy said quietly.
His tone really struck Kurt this time and he shrunk down, only his watery blue eyes peeking up over the chair.
"Daddy...?" he said quietly, lips pressed against the leather. His Daddy walked into the living room and scooped him into his arms. He clung to his shirt and buried his face into his shoulder and his Daddy carried him into his bedroom. Was it bedtime?
Daddy sat Kurt down onto his bed, and had a long complicated talk with him. His voice was shaking and it made Kurt kind of scared. He pulled one of his pillows close to his chest, sucking on the corner of it. Daddy explained with a lot of pausing to think about how Mommy "passed away" and "became an angel" and it was confusing to Kurt.
Daddy said that Mommy's body wasn't working right and they couldn't fix it and she passed away.
"Is she coming back?"
"...No, Kurt. She can't come back."
He also gave a bit of an explanation on angels, and how Mommy was now an angel and watching over him...
As a teenager, Kurt started learning more about religion. He decided it wasn't for him, he didn't believe in God.
But he still sort of held on to the idea of angels. It was a comforting thought, the idea of his mother still 'there' as childish as he would normally think it was.
He hoped Mommy was still proud of him.