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Tender Loving CareKyle sat in silence, waiting patiently for Jimmy to move. He gently placed his hand on Jimmy's forehead. It was hot. He swallowed hard. "It's just the flu," he whispered to himself. "He'll be fine." He fought back the tears. Kyle began to wonder why he worried so much. Jimmy had never sat by his side when he was sick. Yet, here he was on the verge of tears becuse Jimmy had the flu. He wanted to hold Jimmy's hand. He wanted to curl up beside him. But, Jimmy would never stand for that. He decided to stay where he was, and wait. He closed his eyes and tried to stay calm. "It's just the flu."
There was a sound. Kyle's eyes sprung open. Jimmy was looking at him. He tried to speak. "Kyle," his voice was weak. "What are you doing?"
"I was just..." Kyle tried to find a good explanation. "I wanted to see if you were awake. I was going to make some soup. You need to eat s
Bo.When Lindsay was born, Bo was there. Standing beside her mother, he was the first thing she ever saw. But he was not her father; her father stood on the other side.
Bo was there until the very moment she died.
The sun shone bright through the windows of her pink-laden room. She loved pink. And black.
“Because Bo is black,” she’d told her parents.
Her imaginary friend, they soon concluded.
“Bo is all black,” she described one night as her father tucked her in, “His skin and his hair and everything. He doesn’t talk a lot.”
Her father frowned.
“He sounds scary.”
“He’s not,” she insisted.
Bo sat on the bed and said nothing.
Her father kissed her good night and turned out the light.
“Why can’t Dad see you?” she asked.
“Are you real?”
“Are you real?” he replied.
“How do you know?”
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