September 9, 2008
Sundays are boring, so I did the same thing as yesterday and went to the park. Joe was already their at my tree. I quickened my pace and asked him why he was their at 8am. He said he was waiting for me and hoped I showed up before he needed to leave for church.
He handed me a tiny box and said it was a late birthday gift. I pushed his hand away and said I couldn’t take it but he insisted. It was a rubber band ball. He told me he had one and every time he had a dream come true he would remove one rubber band. I told him I loved it and said it was the best gift ever. He didn’t know it was the only gift I got.
He then said he had to go to church and I nodded, but he told me he would be done in two hours and would try to come back. He begged me to be here, I told him to find something better to do with his Sunday; he said I was his best option.
Just like he mentioned he came back and invited me for lunch at his house. I accepted simply because I hadn’t eaten in two days.
His family was the best. They were sweet, caring, heart warming and every other good word out their. They made me feel welcome and said that I could go over when ever I wanted.
I thanked them and told Joe I had to leave. He gave me a hug and said he hoped to see me at school tomorrow. I said I’d keep an eye out for him.
My mom kept nagging me and telling me I can’t leave without asking anymore. I nodded and went up to my room.
I cried the entire night. Why couldn’t my family be more like Joe’s?
Goodnight Journal
