Disclaimer: Labyrinth is mine…. Nah, I'm just messing with ya.
It was yesterday I was given my prognosis. It was two days later that I had the courage to tell anyone else. Three people sat together with me in our old home; I'll never forget his face, I'll never forget her heartfelt words, I'll never forget how my little brother cried.
Four boxes only to pack up those belongings that could be demoted to "junk"; now on sale for charity, to belong someday to someone else. Five ignored phone messages from well-wishers. Six sleepless nights in a house full of flowers.
It was seven days before he came to me. He holds my face before him and stills my trembling heart.
It's been an age since those seven days; and as we lie together on his bed, I realise I have forgotten what my father said.
AN: Sad one this week, must be the gloomy weather.
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