Title: Gifts

Summary: There are some gifts that you desperately wish you'd receive. And then there are some that seem to have no meaning. Doubledrabble.

Disclaimer: I own nothing HP-related.

-------------------------------------

There are some gifts that you desperately wish you'd receive. Like my mum and dad suddenly waking up sane again. Or dying. Really, I don't favour either option. I just want things to stop being like they are now. I don't think I can handle walking into that hospital once more, seeing their eyes looking right through me. Not even noticing that I am their son. That I am crying inside. Their friendly smiles would be for anyone. Every time I get there gran has to tell them my name. My mother always looks at me, points her long thin finger and pronounces my name incoherently. Then she looks at my grandmother, proud as can be, and waits for her reward.

Gum.

It pains me that a grown woman can actually become so happy over a piece of gum. I wish her eyes would light up the same way as I would be coming into her view as it does when she sees the gum. She doesn't recognize me. She doesn't know me. And yet...

Yet there are some gifts that seem to have no meaning. Gran always tries to take the wrappers from me, muttering something that she doesn't want me to hear. Sometimes I let her, and sometimes I stuff the wrapper in my jeans, smiling apologetically at my mother. She has long forgotten about the wrapper by then, but still.

The box underneath my bed is filled with purple and pink gumwrappers. To anyone else they would be trash, thrown away without a second thought. To me, they're the world.

Review please!