Childhood Remembrances
“…Wally?”
“Go away, Mom.”
“Sweetheart, you’ve been up here crying all night. Can… can we please just talk?”
“There’s nothing to talk about.”
“Wallflower.”
“…”
“How can I help you if I don’t know what’s hurting you?”
“You can’t help me!”
“Why not?!”
“…”
“Honey, please, just say something! I’m trying my best to reconnect—”
“That’s just it, Mom. We shouldn’t have to reconnect. We weren’t apart. We did all kinds of things together, fun things, good things… you just don’t remember them. And it’s my fault.”
“You keep saying stuff like this, and it doesn’t make any sense. Why wouldn’t I remember?”
“…I wish I could make you understand. But if you did, you’d never look at me the same.”
“Wally… of course I’d understand. What could be so terrible?”
Wallflower Blush inspected a shattered piece of rock in her hand. “You have no idea…”