Being sick is no fun. Well, it was a little fun at first, Uta said. He liked being allowed to watch movie after movie in bed and have unlimited sports drinks and ice pops. But the thrill has worn off and now Uta is sick of being sick. It has been ten days after all! Who wouldn't be? When I asked him if he would like to try eating some apple sauce, he said he'd like to try to kick me out the window. And when the wind rattled our front door, he glared, and very sternly asked, "Who dares to knock on a sick man's door?" He's mad. But also a little bit funny. So its a hopeful sign. He wasn't making jokes, even evil ones, a couple days ago. I think he's getting better.
A silver lining in all this was a care package that arrived from school yesterday. All sixteen of his classmates wrote get well cards for Uta. They were all so sweet. They truly made Uta feel better. His teacher says Uta is genuinely missed by all, the class just doesn't feel the same without him. Uta said he didn't know everyone cared about him. He read the cards over and over again with a big smile on his face. Then we hung them above his bed.
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