My one-point-five week summer break was going along great, until I entered my home yesterday night...
Looking at you, it makes my heart wreak in pain. All I really want to do is to just stay home until I know you'll be okay.
I went home, and upon seeing you so weak and fragile in bed, I couldn't help but cry and cry upon the blanket that covered you. It was a good thing it was night time and the lights were turned off, so you couldn't see how broken and helpless I felt.
Please, please, let her heal quickly. I can't stand to see her like this, not when I come home.