“Why didn’t you just say that?” I asked.
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I threw a pillow at his head.
That night, as we lay in the tent, the forest finally quiet. Crickets chirped. An owl hooted. I closed my eyes, savoring the silence. Then Leo whispered, “Do you think owls have nightmares about mice?” “Why didn’t you just say that
Mom just smiled and started unpacking the tent poles. I, however, was already calculating how many hours until we went home. Leo’s chatter didn’t stop as we gathered firewood, set up the tent (which he nearly collapsed twice), or even as we ate dinner. He talked about video games, a weird noise his knee made, and the philosophical implications of hot dogs. Crickets chirped
Halfway up, Leo tripped over a root and skinned his knee. Instead of crying, he laughed. “Look! I’m bleeding nature’s color palette!” He then spent the next forty-five minutes inventing songs about every rock, tree, and insect we passed. I walked faster, my jaw clenched so tight I thought my teeth might crack.
For the first time, I really looked. Leo wasn’t performing. He was fidgeting. His leg bounced. His hands moved constantly. And his eyes—usually hidden behind jokes—looked small and tired.