today, after
school,
my younger sister, who's in third
grade, brought home a friend to hang
out with for the day. they were talking about who they liked,
and who / /
they're best friends are. my sisters friend says,
"sammy's my best guy
friend, ever, but i like
like him too." which i respond with,
"oh, that is so
cute! does he go to your guys school?" she says,
"no, he doesn't go to
school that often..he's in the hospitable
most of his time. he's sick..
he got diagnosed with cancer this fall." i was shocked,
"really? how old
is he?" she says "he's my age, he's nine." i
felt horrible. "i'm very sorry,
what type of cancer?" she looks away and says,
"i don't know, but all i
do know is he has to s h a v e his
hair, and he had to get his leg cut
off, because the cancer was spreading all over his
leg." i felt extremely
bad now.."i'm sorry to hear that.." i said to
her. then the next thing she
said, touched my heart."alot of people stare at him
funny, just because
he doesn't have a leg. and people call me weird
because i hang out
with him. but i don't care what they say,because i love
him, and when
you love someone, you love all of them.you
don't skip over the parts
that make them ugly, or unwanted. you cannot just
leave all the bad
things out. if you really do love them, like i love sammy,
you find their
imperfections,
beautiful."
