My...son, for lack of a better word, is leaving relatively shortly to go participate in a war. I'm scared as hell, but I can't tell him not to go. Because I know I would. I'm trying really, really hard to make what time he has left with us not suck.
My other son, for lack of a better word, has completely vanished from our lives. I have no idea what's going on with him. The only time I see him is when he occasionally pops up to be unreasonably angry with pretty much everyone. And I have no idea why.
Something about mutants. Every earth reacts differently to people who can bend shit with their minds or set things on fire or walk through walls. In ours they happen to put them to work for the government dealing with what goes bump in the night.
In John's they tend to be treated like second class citizens. At best. And someone's decided to actually do something about this. I don't know how to hope it ends. I just want him to come home.
Are you okay?
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My other son, for lack of a better word, has completely vanished from our lives. I have no idea what's going on with him. The only time I see him is when he occasionally pops up to be unreasonably angry with pretty much everyone. And I have no idea why.
So no, I'm not OK.
...I'm sorry, you didn't need all that.
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Which war is this?
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In John's they tend to be treated like second class citizens. At best. And someone's decided to actually do something about this. I don't know how to hope it ends. I just want him to come home.
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That's... that's terrible, Liz. I'm so sorry.
Do you need anything?
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I want things to be simple, I guess. I know that they can't be. But it doesn't stop me from wanting.
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