Silent Support

I still remember the worst flu I’ve ever had. It was the winter break of 5th or 6th grade, and I had been sick for 2 whole weeks. I couldn’t move and barely ate. My routine consisted of sleeping most of the day and waking up at inconsistent intervals to throw up and then take Tylenol. But there would be times in those little intervals of semi-awareness that I would open my eyes facing the TV. Sitting under it was my nephew. He was there every time I woke up, playing video games or watching a show. He was always by my side, whether he meant to be or not, and that has been true throughout our lives ever since.