I just woke David and helped him to his bed, so he could come some sleep comfortably, and I whispered to him as I was tucking him in,
“Promise me you’ll keep writing, no matter what, and not just play video games all day, promise?”
David semi nodded…he hates it when I say stuff like this.
“200 words a day, okay? Just 200 words a day…”
Sent from my Samsung Galaxy smartphone.
Some kind of rare immune deficiency, yet to be determined. A lifetime of infections without an elevated white cell blood or fever. Very grateful to be alive, very thankful for the friends who’ve supported me and for access to literally millions of dollars worth of medical care. I’m not the bubble child, I’m somewhere in between.
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