The Sorrows of David

Yes, I am indeed alive.... I did not perish during the Summer because of the intense heat. I was almost consumed by mosquitoes though. It took a month for my skin to go back to white instead of white and pink polka dots.

Anyway my dearest little brother switched schools and is now not the center of attention in his new school. Poor David has sobbed about 3 of the 10 days he has been there. However he complains and sniffs and pouts the moment he gets back.

Apparently only a few people play with him. One of witch is a very witty Indian boy who asks him in his Indian accent, "David what do I have to do to get you to stop crying". My brother being so upset cried in front of his whole class for a whole hour. After that the vice principle came to talk to him and the shrink.

David has not taken all this emotional turmoil well so he cries a lot now. So I try to make him as happy as possible. Like when he came to me with tears in his eyes on Thursday night asking if I would watch t.v with him. I inhaled deeply and exhaled telling myself that God is good and he would help me finish my my test the next day. I still haven't found that power within me to finish the test.

Apparently my brothers decided to watch the 9/11 movie (which David knew they were not allowed to watch because they would never be able to get on a plane again) and he was not allowed in the room. So he and I watch the Frog Princess on my laptop via the fabulous Netflix.

Which was a traumatizing movie by the way. Why on earth does a Disney movie contain so much voodoo? I will NEVER visit New Orleans after watching that movie it was seriously creepy.

Anyhoo after we finish the movie I go to my room to get ready for bed and I find David sobbing at my door.

"David, what happened?"

"I,I...I cant remember it." He sobs while clutching his Rosary.

"Hail Mary full of grace....." I start to explain the Rosary.

"No not that one!"

I recite nearly every prayer I have ever heard in every language I know. None of them work for David.

After taking him to my brothers room they laugh and tell me that its the Chaplet of Divine Mercy.

Davids face lights up and he runs back to my parents room in triumph. I get no thank you.

Yes no thank you for Sophia the amazing sister who wasted hours for him.

I later learned that he's been praying the Chaplet of Divine Mercy so that he wont cry in school. I instantly forgave him.

I hope school gets better for him, I can't take much more of his emotional state.