“There’s a reason why parents need to listen to their children when they can,” Dr. Lorimer had stated. “Children can’t bottle everything in their head, lest they explode. Do you want to explode?”
I could remember giggling my reply when he had said this. I shook my head, watching his expression turn into a small smile. “That’s my girl,” My doctor had chuckled, taking my hands. “That’s why you need to get lots of proper rests. And you also have to make sure to talk to your dad a lot.”
“Pizza?”
I snapped out of my reverie, facing Kate who was standing in line for the counter. From her house, we had travelled to a nearby restaurant for food. She was starving really badly, and couldn’t discuss anything else inside her house. She shoved the menu in front of my face.
“Pepperoni?”
I pulled aw
