Ch V : I will never forget you dear

The room was a tomb, the air heavy with a stillness too big for a child to carry. Six years old, bound since birth to the same bed, he breathed in shallow gasps, every inhale a battle against a body that betrayed him.

Beside him lay the fox "ears bent, fur rubbed raw where tiny hands had clutched it through long nights. To anyone else, it was only cloth and thread. To him, it was the sea he’d never touched, the forests he’d never run through, the sky he’d never seen except in dreams. The fox was his world, stitched together from scraps of imagination.

All the adventures and shenanigan the clod the candy the stream the cereal , his pieces of daily life through a imagination caused due to the enslavement of the body to the bed

His mother smoothed his hair with shaking fingers, humming a lullaby that broke on the second line. He smiled anyway, because he knew she wanted to believe. He pressed the fox to his chest and whispered, “Take me with you, outside.” She nodded too quickly, tears falling before she could answer.

When they slid across his cheek, he closed his eyes and pretended they were raindrops. He had never felt real rain.

Mother will you forget me 

He asked

The room pressed tighter. The world slipped further. And in the end, all that remained was the echo of a boy who dreamed of life but never lived it "carried only in the quiet love of those who stayed behind. 

I will never forget you dear 

-in the loving memories of our dear alla