michaeltraps
He stood in the driveway, waiting for the familiar yellow jeep to pull up. It took every ounce of his nerve to write that text, and even more to hit send. The feelings he had were
I never found myself asking god for anything, not since school anyway. But here I was, sitting in a hospital room with my dying father, speaking into the void. Nobody answered, but hearing my own voice, in reality, was all I needed.