“Unveiling Resilience: How Monika Dutt’s ‘My Rock’ Transforms Heartbreak into Strength”
“Kail has a cough and a runny nose. And he’s also really homesick. He’s crying a lot.”
I don’t doubt your sadness. I do, I am ashamed to say, doubt your cough. You likely consider a cough easier to create than diarrhea and vomiting from food poisoning. If you were at school, I would keep you home for the morning then send you to school for the afternoon. You are not at school — you are at a camp more than three hours away, with the hell of rush hour Toronto traffic separating us.
I sit in the chair in the empty room. I lean my elbows onto the desk, one hand holding my head, the other my phone. I want to just hang up. I am so very tired of needing to make decisions for another human being. For being responsible. For having to put someone else’s needs ahead of my own. I see my week of time alone disintegrating. I see the bike ride I had planned tonight through Dundas Valley vanishing. All I wanted was one week. Couldn’t you just let me have this week?
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