Sky

The kid in the mirror was skinny, bones and meat, forced smile stretching his face painfully, sad eyes peeking behind hallow skin. He was seven years of age yet never felt the need to play.

He didn't like what kids in his kindergarten liked. He didn't like the bright colors on the walls of the playground, he didn't like the pens they gave them to draw and for the life of him he didn't like drawing.

He wanted to cry, like his mom was doing in the kitchen earlier that day and every other day, her sobs loud and crushing. He wanted to weep, like kids his age did when they didn't get the toy they wanted. He wanted to be ignorant to the pain he was feeling, to everything he knew.

Sky, my love, hug your mom for awhile, she feels lonely lately.

Sky, my love, listen to mama when she talks, she hadn't had company for awhile.

Sky, my love, do you feel that heaviness in your heart? That's the pain mama was feeling, she's okey now and you'll be too.

Sky, my love, dad will be home, don't worry, he just lost his way.

Sky, my love, don't sleep too early, dad might come home and you'll miss him.

Sky, my love, is that tears in your eyes? Dry them now and hush baby, dad said big boys don't cry.

Sky, my love, the apple of my eye, my pride, it's been a long day, sleep for a second my love, mom might need you when she wakes up.