Frustration
About twenty minutes ago came the scream.
The scream all parents hate.
I rushed out of the room to see what he'd done to himself and he was saying something about scraping his back. It's not even bleeding, just a red scrape. Sure it hurts, but damn!
Talk about fucking adrenaline rush, my heart was POUNDING and I had to go smoke. Now I'm riding the nicotine and adrenaline high.
He ALWAYS screams like he is dying, and he never has been. How do I now know better than to freak the hell out?
The scream all parents hate.
I rushed out of the room to see what he'd done to himself and he was saying something about scraping his back. It's not even bleeding, just a red scrape. Sure it hurts, but damn!
Talk about fucking adrenaline rush, my heart was POUNDING and I had to go smoke. Now I'm riding the nicotine and adrenaline high.
He ALWAYS screams like he is dying, and he never has been. How do I now know better than to freak the hell out?
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