In the first grade,you guys met at the police station. When your dad was the sheriff and his was still a deputy.you were new in town and never good at making friends,but when he smiled at you,you felt the word "forever" on your lips.
In the second grade when his mother was losing her mind to the cancer,and forgotten her only son's name for the first time,you let him cry on your shoulder and you've still never felt closer to someone.
In the fourth grade when your dad left in the middle of the night and didn't came back home ever again,he packed an extra sandwich in his lunch every day just incase your mom had to pick up an extra shift at the hospital.
In the eight grade,when his father's drinking problems got worse,and your mom was working late almost every night,you'd stay up with him,cracking jokes to district him from the sound of his father's muffled sobs.
your in the eleventh grade and he doesn't feel at home in his own skin,and the sound of your voice no longer helps him sleep at night.
And now for the first time you've had to go to school alone while he was in the hospital bed,digging his nails into his palms while his trying to fight with the cancer that is stealing his memorys.and you would do anything to save him,but this time,you don't know if you will be enough...
Manely
