I went to the doctors many more times than any other kid did. I would make friends in the waiting room, as I would sit patiently and talk to my (seceret) pocket pet - Jake the Cat. My mom would hush me and tell me to stop making shit up and open up my eyes. And then the doctor would come out and my mom would talk to him as I would still be sitting talking to my cat, and I'd soon see her begin to cry. I have many friends, so I thought that one of them could cheer her up. When she walked over to me so we could leave I would tell her that Sam could help her feel better, but that would just lead to her tears fall faster and harder then before, and her sob be a bit louder, so I stopped before my mom would sob to her death.
She would stop though, until I started talking to my "friends" again. I still don't know what she had against them, they were all very kind.
They were.
were.
