Saving Noah

by Lucinda Berry

He was like curling up on the couch with a blanket and stepping into my favorite book.

I think if we talk to them and let them know we’re here for them and answer all their questions that they’ll be okay.

I think the mum is delusional , because what is this ???

She took a step toward me. “What are you doing here? You and your family are disgusting.” She spat at me, her fluid landing on my forehead, dripping down into my left eye.

ewwwwwww

I was hoping it was only pot he was smoking, but as he grew more agitated, I started to worry it was meth, and our problem was much bigger than I’d originally thought.

Had he stolen money to pay for his drugs? Was he wrapped up with some crazy drug dealer? I tried to listen without emotion.

How could I not know? I was his mother. Nothing he’d done matched the son I knew and loved.

loudly. Not so with us. There was no kindness. No sympathy. Nobody acknowledged our world had been destroyed. I was completely alone in my grief and loss.

“Okay. Love you.” “Bye.” He didn’t say he loved me too. I couldn’t remember the last time he had.

He spat in his lunch tray as if the food wasn’t disgusting enough as it was and during school, he’d walk by and smear boogers on his desk while he worked.

“Are you ready to come out? I made a bed up for you on the couch.” He opened the door, and the foul smell of diarrhea assaulted me.

I also feel assaulted.

I moved into his room. I had never seen so much vomit. It covered both sides of the floor by his bed.

Ahhhh this is foul

“Fine, I’ll do it,” he said and walked back into the living room looking like he was walking into a pit of snakes.