I feel a sob hurting my throat, and I try to gulp it down with closely shut eyes. I hold him tighter and it feels I’ve revived a piece of himself back. A piece of myself back.
No one, has called me Ado, since the last whole year. Because I had lost the only two people who could ever call me that.
My lip quivers and my whimpers ultimately break out.
I feel Zach’s tears on my skin and a few of my own escape as I rock him slowly. We stay like that for minutes, in the silence until his shaking normalizes.
I pull away- little and slow, looking at him who looks back at me with his brown teary eyes.
I can’t imagine what all him and Brit have gone through. And how well they had concealed it all.
This is why Brit hated her parents. This was why he reacted the way he did when his ball got punc
