He frowned. “What?” I probed.
“It’s harder for me,” he muttered.
I shook my head slowly, “I don’t think so Drew…”
“Yes it is,” he insisted, “Mom hardly even knew… her.”
I held up my hand, “Hear me out, Drew.Yes, you lost your love,” he flinched slightly, “But she lost her son.”
He frowned, “I’m not… I’m… still here.”
Hm, he has trouble saying her name and saying dead.
I filed that away in my head for future work. One step at a time.
“Yes, physically, you are. But mentaly, where the heck are you? Sure, you get up, you occasionally eat something, you go to school, you come home, and you occasionally sleep. But you aren’t living anymore.”
He looked away from me, his eyes clouded.We sat in silence for a moment. Finally he croaked, “I thought you weren’t going to bother me with this.”
I sighed, “Right, I’ll be on my best behavior from now on. No more fixing Drew. So, English… oh look, your mom’s bringing us apples and cheese! Thanks so much Sharon! You don’t mind if I call you that do you?”