fax-fanatic

          Everyone in the room was staring. I couldn't tell though. The only thing I was aware of is that my lungs weren't working. And then there's Sarah. Supporting me fully and leading me to the hallway. Talking to me in a soothing voice and assuring people that everything is fine, and no, we don't need any help. She splashes water on my face and neck. She tells me we'll get away from all the others. Still soothing with everything she says. She reminds me that if I can stop crying, I'll stop coughing, and my ability to breathe will return. She sits with me on the stairs, missing time joking around with her friends to comfort her little sis

 Lemon Brown sighed as he took out his treasure later that night. The boy didn't understand, and Lemon almost hoped he never would. It had cost him a great deal to understand it himself. He thought back to the day his son left, looking surprised at the small package his father had entrusted in him. Later, when he opened it on the plane, he would almost cry. It had contained his father's old harmonica (which Jesse had thought held all of his father's love) and newspaper clippings, showcasing his father in his prime. He knew his father was trying to remind him that, not only was his dad somebody, he was somebody who loved his son very much. Tha