Turn the World Upside Down
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No one does.
Stray lets go of my hand, bends over and picks up a rock before throwing it into the lake. “No, I don’t… and I don’t really feel like one anymore. It’s the first time in my life I haven’t felt that way, but it’s also still a part of me. I don’t know if I feel like Jeremiah either.”
I shrug. “Then we’ll call you Stray until you do. Oh, hey, you can be Strayemiah.”
He rolls his eyes and laughs at my lame joke while I pick up a rock and throw it into the water as well.
“When I first got to Better Days, I came out here with Rosie. We threw rocks in the water like this. She said each one of them were our problems, and that we were throwing them away.”
So, that’s what we do—one after another we throw all our problems to the bottom of the lake. The whole time I think about Rosie—Rosie, Casey, and Bethany. I know Stray is too.
It’s about a half hour later when I hear a car pull up. By the sound of the engine, I know it’s Mom. Behind her is another car, and I can tell Stray gets nervous.
“Let’s go,” I tell him.
This time it’s Stray who holds my hand. I hope he’s never afraid to break me again.
“Hey!” I let go of him to give Mom a hug, then Holly. A couple gets out of the car behind her, the woman with long, red hair and the man with tons of freckles on his face. He almost looks like he could be Stray’s real dad.
“I missed you so much, mijo,” Mom says.
“I missed you too.” I pull away. “Mom, this is my boyfriend Stray. Stray, this is my mom and my sister, Holly.” He freezes up when Mom hugs him, obviously not used to that kind of thing.
“It’s so nice to meet you, Stray. Hunter’s told me so much about you.”
“Thank you, ma’am. It’s nice to meet you too.”
She waves a hand at him. “None of that ma’am stuff. I’m not that old yet.”
Holly tells him hi just as Stray’s foster parents approach. I feel the tension in the air… the awkwardness, and being unsure. But I can also see how much they want this. How much they want to make this right for him.
“I’m Wendy, and this is my husband Marshall.”
“This is Hunter,” Stray says, holding my hand again.
We all get the rest of our introductions out of the way, and then Mrs. Spencer and everyone else comes out. We spend the afternoon talking about Rosie—telling stories about her, what we learned from her, and just how freaking awesome she was. I get sad when I think about the fact that Rosie didn’t get to fall in love a million times before she died.
I remember once I thought she was eternal, that she just kept living different lives over and over. I still believe that. She walked with dinosaurs, and now she’s gone somewhere else that she’s needed—maybe another country or another time, but I know Rosie is still out there, and maybe she really has gotten to fall in love over and over and over.
Wendy and Marshall try so hard to interact with Stray. He’s nervous, but I see he’s putting in effort as well. They’ll get there. I have no doubts.
It’s a couple of hours later when Mom tells me it’s time to go. My stuff is already packed and waiting for me in Mrs. Spencer’s office. “I’ll go with you to get it,” Stray says, his voice low.
“Hunter.” Wendy sets a hand on my shoulder. “I’m sure you gave Jeremiah your number, but we’d like to have it as well. If you want, and if it’s okay with your mom, you can ride back with us to pick him up next month. You guys can hang out for a few hours, and ride the horses or something; then we’ll take you home.”
“That sounds very nice,” Mom says, but I can’t take my eyes off Stray. He has the biggest smile I’ve ever seen from him.
“Thank you,” he whispers.
“We’re happy to do it,” Marshall replies.
Stray grabs my hand, and we head into the building. He hangs back as I say the rest of my good-byes. Mom’s already signed all the paperwork. We grab my things and pack it into Mom’s car before Stray and I slip away. There’s nothing left to do except say good-bye to him. Nope. Not good-bye. See you later.
“Don’t find any other boys to fall in love with while you’re here,” I tell him.
Stray rolls his eyes. “Don’t find any boys to fall in love with out there.”
“I won’t,” I say, nothing but serious. “Just you.” And then I cup his face with my hands and press my mouth to his. Just like every time I kiss him, it’s the first, last, only kiss I’ve ever had. His lips are soft, and his tongue tastes familiar. He smells like marker, and ink, and I’m pretty sure it’s the best smell in the world.
“I’ll see you soon,” I say when we separate. “You can come to my house too. Mom already said… and if things don’t work out with….” Sure there would be steps we’d need to take, but I don’t believe it will come to that. They love Stray, and deep down, I know he loves them too.
“My foster parents,” he supplies, for the first time saying my instead of the.
“They will, but if they don’t, you have us.” I rub my hands up and down his arms. “Please, don’t hurt yourself.” It wasn’t in my plan to say that, but I can’t hold it back.
“I’ll try.” And I know it’s the best, most honest answer he can give.
“I love you.”
“I love you too,” he replies.
A few minutes later and I’m sitting in the car, watching Stray, Marshall, Wendy, and Mrs. Spencer while we pull away. Part of me hates knowing that he’s going to be here alone… part of me thinks it’s the best thing for him. I’ll see him again soon. Nothing will stop me.
When we get to the end of the driveway, I read the sign that I hated when we pulled in—Better Days! Where a better day is right around the corner!
Never would I have expected that they’d be right. I know I’m not healed; things don’t really work like that. It’s not perfect, but it’s just what they said, it’s better. I think better is sometimes all you can hope for.
I hope things are better for Casey.
For Bethany.
And for Rosie, wherever in the universe or time she is.
I can’t help but wonder if she was right, if they’d have to turn the world upside down to understand us. Maybe they do, and maybe that’s okay. We all have our own different reality and lives. When I think about Mom and Holly and Stray, I couldn’t be happier with mine.
Author’s Note
DEAR READER,
Mental illness is very close to my heart. I’ve experienced it closely with family members. If you suffer from mental illness, please know that you’re not alone and there is nothing to be ashamed of. And please know that suicide is never, ever the answer. If you need someone to talk to, please reach out to someone you trust, or if you’d rather, there are many hotlines out there with people willing and waiting to talk to you.
Suicide Prevention Lifeline: 1-800-273-8255
The Trevor Project: 1-866-488-7386
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The History of Us
Turn the World Upside Down
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Published October 2016
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