When I first heard Buzz cry, I figured it was the same as always. Jedi was a little too rough with him, maybe slapped him on the back. I told Jedi to stop, play nice, and went about my business. I heard Buzz run into the front room, but still didn’t think anything of it. Usually, he just wants me to quickly comfort and reassure him before he goes back to chasing his brother.
I was in the middle of something that I thought was important at the time, but my god how stupid it all seems now, so I didn’t notice him right away. I could hear him next to me, still muffling tears, grabbing at my shirt. When I finally turned around, I saw blood.
My heart sank.
And that’s when everything stopped. Nothing else was important. Nothing else mattered. My precious little boy. In a way that completely mortified and broke my heart. His face was streaked in red, his arms, hands, where he was grabbing at my shirt. I should have noticed it when he first needed me.
It was just a nosebleed. Jedi hit him and it was just a nosebleed. Just a nosebleed. I don’t care how many times I say it, it doesn’t seem like just a nosebleed. The biggest punishment Jedi can receive during the day is if I say I’m going to tell his father when he gets home, and you better believe I told him every minute detail that night.