Sette part: sei settimane dopo
Sei settimane dopo, Diane mi ha richiamato.
This time, the dream of your voice, my speech was all first of all.
“Le TAC sembrano migliori,” he said.
String the telephone with force.
“Quanto meglio?”
“My doctor says the treatment is working.”
Per un attimo, nessuno dei due disse nulla.
We can start the piangere.
The news has not been canceled since Lily has been offered. Non-guaranteed that the road leads to loro sarebbe stata facile. Altri appuntamenti, treatments and giornate difficulties la attendevano ancora.
Ma ci ha dato speranza.
Quel pomeriggio, Diane come to my house.
We sat on the porch with tea cups in the sun while we were in the morning.
For the first time at the beginning, we can control the telephone continuously.
Aaron’s capelli began to begin to heal in morbide ciocche scure.
Even Lily has started to return.
“He says that Aaron’s capelli sembrano una pallina da tennis furta,” mi ha detto Diane.
Ho riso.
“Si lamenta ogni mattina.”
For a little while we kept the sky bright gold and pale pink.
Poi Diane said: “My dispiace so much per come ti ho parlato quel giorno.”
“Avevi paura.”
“That doesn’t justify everything.”
“No,” I agreed. “But it helps me understand.”
She looked down at her cup.
“I honestly believed I was losing Lily in every way possible. Because of the illness, because of the treatments, even because of the people who could make her happier than I could.”
“You were never going to lose her because of Aaron.”
“Now I know.”
She smiled slightly.
“He wasn’t taking my place. He was helping her find her way back to us.”
I thought of my son sitting by Lily’s hospital bed, surrounded by teammates, teachers, and a bald chaplain.
“I used to think that raising a good child meant teaching him how to behave, how to work hard, and how to treat people with respect,” I said.
Diane looked at me.
“What do you think now?”
“I think it means raising someone who sees other people’s pain and refuses to look away.”
Through the window, I could see Aaron standing in the kitchen, searching in the pantry again.
A moment later, he opened the back door.
“Mom, are there any chocolate granola bars left?”
Diane and I looked at each other and laughed.
—Second shelf—I shouted.
He disappeared inside.
I always believe I will grow a gentle child.
Ma quel giorno in ospedale ho capito che a un certo punto, quasi senza rendermene conto, mio figlio era cresciuto diventando un giovane uomo compassionevole.
If it was rasata the head affinché a ragazza spaventata if it felt less alone.
So, I have inspired an entire community to support it.
E così doing, has remembered all the adults in that stanza of the hospital that does not have more than two dimenticare:
L’amore non si manifesta avendo parole perfette o saper alleviare il dolore.
A volte, amare simply means scegliere di essere present.
A volte means to listen.
A volte means to invite others to help you carry those who are very happy.
And in turn, sow a corridoio pieno of people who voluntarily renounce to any one of the piccolo affinché a person not if they felt più diverse.
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