This next one's just a short one... Something bad's happened at home and I don't have the time to update my stories at the moment.
Thanks for reading.
Kyle
Dear God,
If I did something wrong, I'm really sorry. I know I'm nowhere near perfect, but I'll try so much harder from now on! I won't swear, I'll always do as I'm told and I'll never sin again! I'll never tell a lie, I'll never be greedy, I'll never steal and I'll always brush my teeth, I promise!
Please God, give me my family back. I love them; I miss them
Please.
Amen.
Stan
Six weeks after the accident, and Kyle looks a bit better. The cast has come off his arm, the bruises have faded... But he still looks as gaunt and ghostly as the day I'd first seen him in the hospital.
He cries more now. At night, mostly, when he thinks I'm asleep. I'd comfort him, but I'm scared to say something wrong.
Mom makes sure his blood sugar levels stay normal, and for the most part, Kyle complies. He'll eat a quarter, perhaps a third of what mom puts in front of him.
He hides away in our room the rest of the time.
Kyle
Dear God,
Why won't you help me? I've been good, you know I have! I stand in front of the mirror every day, telling myself how ugly I am. I pray to you for forgiveness. Please, give me my life back! I miss how everything used to be, when mom would go all control-freak on me and dad would agree with her just to save himself an argument! I hate this! Please!
