The Sun

I like looking out the window, I liked to, in my room. There wasn’t much to see. But I still liked to.

I saw my parents walking home. They didn’t see me. The looked heartbroken. Like plants that hadn’t been watered. I know they want to do the normal family stuff but most normal family places don’t have a wheelchair lift or the right accessories. When people ask them in a confidential voice how they’re doing they put on their smiles and then after peel them off like a sunburn.

I guess I’m the sun.