Wednesday, September 10, 2008

Always too emotional.

A little boy just ran, screaming and hysterical, through the halls of my apartment building. Through the sobs and the screams, I could make out just four words: "I want my mommy".


I hear you, kid.

I long for the days when a kiss could fix a scraped knee and an ice cream cone felt like Christmas.

I have real problems now. And while I can still go to my mother in times of need, it's not the same. She may reassure me or take my mind off of it, but these problems just don't dissipate.


ps: the little boy was okay, although at first I was so concerned that I almost ran out into the hall wearing only a towel.

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