The boy was lying on the floor of the library surrounded by his parents. He was still disoriented after his fall from the third floor balcony. His mother and father were both crying as they kneeled beside him. The boy didn’t quite understand why they were crying. He understood that they would be upset that he fell from the balcony, but this wasn’t their normal mode of upset. Normally, when he did something that upset them, they were angry and lectured him on why he shouldn't do it again.
The boy struggled to open his eyes and in rushed a horrendous amount of pain into his body. He heard someone near his head whisper, “Shh, don’t try to open your eyes. Just relax so that the pain goes away. Just relax and let go.”
There it was, just sitting there mocking me. I had hoped to never see it again. It had brought so much pain and suffering into my life. Someone had placed it there on purpose. It was even sitting at my place at the table. I used to eat some of it every few days until I realized I was horribly fat. Not just a little pooch, but a full on spare tire all the way around.