Trevor
“Sit right there and I'll bring you a drink."
I kinda love how my mom still assumes I can't fend for myself. On the other hand, I'm a grown man who's lucky to still have the use of his body after everything I went through. “I got it, Mom."
“Let me take care of you, Trevor," she leans in giving me a hug. “Let me enjoy the fact you're still with us."
Hardly anything anyone else has said hit me the way these words from my mom hits me. I have to bite back the wave of emotion those simple words bring forth. I'm not even sure why this affects me more with such a punch in the gut. I watch as she goes into the kitchen before I turn my attention to my best friend, Renegade.
“How are you?"
He looks up from where he's rocking the carrier my niece is sleeping in with his foot. Dark circl
