DerpyTheSorbet

My son James was awake but simultaneously, he wasn't. I look down to him…He seemed lifeless to me. Time measured in centimeters as I wait for him to open his eyes. I push my hand through my hair and not paying attention to anyone else…anything else. I remember my reaction to the house fire five years ago, the car crash four years ago, the court case three years ago that I never went to, the letter from the bank I received two years ago. I document everything I experience and I have documented the house fire, the car crash, the court case, the letter, and the moment when my son had almost died; one year ago. Every emotion I have righ