Oh, excuse me. Am I in your way? May name? It doesn’t matter. I would shake your hand but I am trying to stop this red stuff from pouring out of me. No, don’t be silly, of course it’s not blood. I can’t bleed. There sure is a lot of it though huh. It’s getting all over my pictures. Would you like to see them? Ok!
This is a picture of me when I was five. Oh, that is my Mom I was holding. She’s crying because daddy was mad about something. I think he was mad at me. I don’t know what I did wrong but I’m sure it was bad.
This is a picture of me and my truck! It used to be a lot nicer but daddy broke it when him and mom were fighting. I think it was because I scuffed my new shoes. I didn’t mean to. I guess I’m just bad.
This is a picture of me when I was three. Oh, that’s my daddy holding me. Big huh! He yelled at me because I was afraid of a horse. I even cried, but don’t tell anybody. He called me a baby, but he sure did love me though.
This is my Dad when he left. I think it was because I was naughty. Can you excuse me for a second? I have to wrap this blanket around me. I’m getting kind of cold. No, I can get it myself. Sorry I made you wait. Are you mad at me? You’re not? Oh, Ok!
This is a picture of my new Daddy. I was seven when I got my new Daddy. He loved me too. Here is a picture of me on my tenth birthday with my new motorcycle. It wasn’t really new but my new Daddy gave it to me because he bought his son a new one. He loved his son more because I wasn’t as good as he was. But he loved me a little and I was happy.
Here is a picture of me and my Mom again. She was crying because this is the day we left my new Daddy’s house. We were leaving because they fought about me all the time. I guess I was just a bad person. I wonder what this red stuff is? I’m getting kind of sleepy.
This is a picture of my new, new Daddy. I’ll bring it closer so you can see it. No, I can get it myself. I wasn’t sure if he liked us or not because my Mom never cried. He was really nice to me too. I thought there was something wrong because they didn’t fight. I…excuse me, I can’t feel my body so I’m going to lie down. Anyway, I tried to stay away because I didn’t want him to leave but I kind of got lonely. But now they are fighting because of me. It kind of feels like a family again. I try to be nice but I guess I’m just a bad person.
Why are you crying? Are you mad at me? You’re not? Would you feel better if you kicked me? Don’t be silly, it won’t hurt me. I can’t feel anything. Are you sure? Ok. Can I ask you something? Do you have a very large band-aid?
Troy White ©2011