Unfair stories

He was only 10 when it happened. He didn't know a thing but he could tell something was different. I was different.
One day, we went to the park for him to play, and I fell. Just like that. I couldn't hold myself on my own feet. And he saw me. He run towards me, calling me. I could hear him, I could see him. I wanted to tell him everything it's alright but no words came out of my mouth.
They called an ambulance and they took me away from him.
I was in the hospital for 5 days and when I got out I knew I had to explain.
I went home and I saw him sitting on the sofa with a serious face. I sat on the couch next to him and no one dared to talk. We could have been like that for hours.
-"Tell me."
~"What?"
-"Tell me. I can handle what ever it is."
I turn and I look at him. I see a fifty year old man looking me through the eyes of a ten year old. I couldn't tell him. How could I??
I hugged him and I started crying as loud as I could never imagine I could.
We didn't talked about it again.

"Do you have cancer?"
I didn't answer, I just kept washing the dishes.
"Tell me! I am not a kid anymore! I can handle whatever it is. Just tell me!"
It's been a year since that incident, now it's different and more often. Sometimes I drop things, I started not feeling my toes on my left foot. But I didn't tell him anything. When I'm nervous my left hand starts to shake, and it's happening now. I feel my eyes burning but I keep washing the dishes, getting water all over my self. I feel him breath heavily, waiting for my answer.
When I finish, I take a deep breath, I turn around not daring to look at him.
~"Sit", I say.
-"Well?", he says after he sits.
I keep quiet for a few seconds, and then I tell him.
~"I have something called Huntington's disease. I may at one point not be able to move, talk, or communicate. I will need help 24/7 and it has no cure, but it's okay. You will stay at your father's sister place. I have arranged everything, you will move there after this year finishes, so you wont miss your classes and stay behind. You can finally do Judo as you always wanted. You may even learn how to play the guitar or do art-"
-"No."
~"What?"
-"I'm not leaving you."
I turn and look at him. His eyes are full of tears but he doesn't cry. He looks at me, with the same face of a fifty year old he looked at me that day, trying to show me he isn't scared. I can't hold it anymore so I start crying. He doesn't make a sound, he just comes and hugs me.
-"It's going to be alright. We are gonna get through this, we are gonna get through this, together."

Ten years later, I recall that day.
I am looking at him from the nursing bed, a grown man now. He's been through a lot, because of me. I tried everything so he would leave, but he never did. He stayed, just like he promised. I make a sound and he wakes. He looks at me and smiles.
-"Good morning sunshine. Are we hungry?"
He stands up and goes and brings my breakfast. A plain plate of horrible soup. The only thing I can eat anymore. He takes the spoon and I make a movement trying to get it from him, trying to show him I don't need help, but as I can't control my movements, I hit his arm and he spills the soup on the floor.
"Silly, look what you did.."
I thought he would get mad, but he didn't. He sounded so tired. Now he has the face of a fifty year old all the time. And he shouldn't have. He didn't live as a normal child, because of me. He had to work from when he was 15, because I couldn't. Me not being able to control my movements affected him more than me.
I wanted to cry and I can only say I tried. I made sounds and movements that reminded a 5 year old dropping his ice cream.
He started laughing.
-"Why are you crying now? It's just a plate of horrible soup. We can get as many as we want. Don't you remember? You told me that."
And he was right. When it became worst and I couldn't feed myself, I asked him to help me eat. He was so nervous, he dropped the plate on the ground and he started crying. And I told him the same thing. He was fool to cry over a plate of horrible soup, since we could have as many as we wanted.
I smile. Mentally, but I think he could tell because he paused for a moment and then he smiled too. Not only his face but his eyes also.
-"I'm gonna go get more horrible soup, don't go anywhere", says while getting out of the room. But then he stops, turns around and comes towards me.
-"I love you mom". He kisses me on my forehead and then he leaves. I close my eyes.

~I love you too