He Leans His Face Close

Yes," She Says, Her Eyes Bright With Tears. "my Dear Child, You've Done So Well.

I Reach Out And Take His Hand. His Fingers Slide Between Mine. I Can't Breathe.

You’re Too Important To Just … Die.” He Shakes His Head. He Won’t Even Look At Me—his Eyes Keep Shifting Across My Face, To The Wall Behind Me Or The Ceiling Above Me, To Everything But Me. I Am Too Stunned To Be Angry. “i’m Not Important. Everyone Will Do Just Fine Without Me,” I Say. “who Cares About Everyone? What About Me?

Politeness Is Deception In Pretty Packaging.

Learning How To Think In The Midst Of Fear Is A Lesson That Everyone Needs To Learn.