"and what shade of blue are you feeling today?" the support group leader asked the beautiful boy.
"sky blue, the lightest shade. i'm on cloud nine today my friend."
"and what shade of blue are you feeling today?" the support group leader asked the beautiful boy.
"sky blue, the lightest shade. i'm on cloud nine today my friend."
He was suffering, and the constant stinging in his throat wasn't the problem. In fact, looking at them hug, hold hands, and exchange their love, was by far more hurtful than the flowers he would vomi...