Sick

As an adult he missed being sick like a kid. He wanted to skip school without consequence, to lie on the couch watching his favourite movies while his mom brought him juice and snacks and seemed to love him more than usual. There is a romanticism to a child's illness. Now, being sick meant having work pile up. It meant taking care of your weak, difficult self. Being sick became being sick. As a kid, it was an unusual and unfamiliar way to experience the day, to see how your parents lived. Carefree, you basked in sympathy. Nostalgia for malady. Times really were tough.