Nana had never been the type to be ‘emotional.’ He was always cold type. And even though you were his bestest friend, he never really showed you that he was capable of loving anyone or anything. All you knew was that he lived with his father. You’d come over from time to time and That was the only time you’d seen him so soft and kind. He really loved his father, you could tell. But he also spoke about his mother alot. All you knew was childhood, that’s all he say.

his mother was in the military, fighting a war. It was gruesome. While his mother was fighting for her country, he was at home, comfortable. he was at home when his father walked into the house. the keys jingled as the footsteps sounded. He went downstairs to greet his father, but immediately stopped in his tracks. A letter was in his hand, and he knew that’s only bad news. His mother was SUPPOSED to return soon. His father passed him the note. He read it and his heart dropped. out of nowhere, he texted you, asking you if you were home. You said yes. You had no idea this would turn into Nana sobbing his eyes out while you held him and tried to console him.

“I just want my momma back..” he sobbed, his voice weak. You held him close, rubbing his back. “and my…—“ his voice breaks, letting out another gut-wrenching sob. “I never got to even see my mom before she died.” he cried. All you could do was let him, as you combed through his hair and tried not to cry yourself. You rock back and forth, and he only cries harder. He clings onto you, muttering something Incoherent.