The Music of What Happens

by Bill Konigsberg

It feels dangerous. Like he could laugh after reading it, and I would melt into a humiliated puddle.

The world will make you vulnerable. If you’re acting like you’re not, that’s what you’re doing. Acting.”

He stands and he lifts me up by my shoulders, and he hugs me tight. “I’m sorry, dude.”

This is actually really touching

So I hide under the covers for a bit and think about my dad, and kind of give him a funeral in my brain.