Can't Text This (Texting, #3)

by Teagan Hunter

“Is Uncle Zach dying?” Xavie calls out from the living room. “We hope so! I think I’m in his will.” “Yay, money!”

“Be good. Be smart. Be kind.” “Be good. Be smart. Be kind,” he repeats. We bump fists twice. “Love you. See you at three.” “Love you too!”

Me: Is it possible to die from rolling your eyes so hard? Python: You texted back, so apparently not.

I don’t ever want you to feel like I don’t want you because of your self-designated flaws. I love you just the way you are.”