Toby sat at his little toy desk, coloring with his crayons. He was drawing a picture of his family. Toby was on the left, his brother was next to him, his mother next to his brother, and his father... 

His father...

Toby scratched out his dad with the black crayon he was coloring his mother’s hair with. It was a shame he had left his family. He seemed such a nice dad, Toby thought as he colored the sun yellow. He decided to venture out into his mothers room to see her again. He walked by the piles of garbage bags and the overloded dishes in the sink.

Toby slowly opened the door. His mother was sleeping peacefully on the bed. He was dumbfounded how she could sleep with all the beeping her machine made. He climbed ontop of the bed and laid next to her. 

[color=f6989d]“Mama, today, I met a nice person who took me home and bought me ice cream.”[/color] He snuggled closer to her.

[color=f6989d]“I wish you could wake up an meet him. Maybe he’ll buy you ice cream too. Hey mama, I heard that if you get kissed by someone whos magic, youll wake up. Is that true?”[/color] There was silence. [color=f6989d]“I hope its true. Then you can wake up and play again. Big brither misses you too. He’s taking good care of me!”[/color] Toby yawned and wrapped his mothers arm around him.

[color=f6989d]”I’m going to bed... night, mama. Maybe you’ll wake up this time.”[/color]