Poor Dahvie, he’s crying so badly; I know that it had to be one of my parents who made him cry like this, and to be frank; it pisses me off. He’s obviously been through a lot and the fact that they would still upset him so much that he starts to cry makes me feel like a piece of shit just because I am their son.
After I calmed Dahvie down, I heard his stomach growl. I knew that he wouldn’t go downstairs for breakfast on his own so I offered to go with him. He nodded thankfully as I helped him up, giggling softly as he continued to cling to me as well as his hello kitty toy. I know if he takes that thing downstairs my parents will say something, and as soon as they do; I just might lose my temper. I don’t know why I’m so protective of Dahvie and Dakota… I just am.
I honestly feel like they’re my family, the family that I always imagined having when I was older; an adorable, sweet child who I would do anything for and a perfect