"We're taking you out of here." My two best friends declared over my pathetic heap of a body in the corner by the trash.
"Sticky strawberry shirt and all." Kelly said, giving me the one over. Obviously they wern't giving me time to change.
"No," I fought back. My mother loved strawberries and insanely enough, taking me away from the strawberries was like taking my mother away from me again.
"Fine, go change. We will wait here." They obviously didn't understand what I was saying 'no' too. I slowly stood up. PINS AND NEEDLES! Intense numbness shot up my leg. It had fallen asleep. I guess I didn't know how long I had been sitting there. I was more pathetic than I had guessed.
When I was finally up, strawberries and all, I hobbled out of the kitchen and over to my dad on his worn recliner. I laid the strawberries in his old, trusty hands. He looked up and me and I knew.
He Understood.