i was sitting around eating dinner in my grandmothers house with my extended family, like we used to do. and Evan came walking up from the back of the room, i could tell her was fiddling with something on his face... but i couldn't tell what. as he got closer i could see that his eyeball was stuck to his tongue, and he was trying to separate the two. and as i was thinking, what the f***? how did that happen? i bent over to help him and his eyeball popped out. i freaked, then he saw my reaction and started to lose it. simultaneously, his other eye began to teeter on the crest of his eyelid.
i grabbed his face and held tight and told him we were going to the doctors, while he collapsed in my arms, limp and helpless. i began to cry. i was lost. all i do was say it's going to be all right, and we're going to see the doctor.
i realized he could no longer see me. he could no longer hear me. he was stricken with panic and in shock.
even now it disturbs me. i simply can't imagine something horrific happening to my children... just can't. i love him. i love her. so much...
dng.
