7rd in A Nice Dream On Elm Street

I can’t help you anymore, kid. If you stay you’ll become just like us.
What I’m doing is fashioning you a cocoon, a place where you wont remember the things we remember or have to be around us all the time. It’s not good for you, always hearing what we say.
What I want you to do is remember the times you smiled for grandma and grandpa. Remember your Jurassic Park lunchbox, i’m so goddamn sorry, i’m so sorry.
Look around your room and see the things you’ll never see again, how childish and geared towards you it is, I should’ve-
If you stay here with us, it just wont get any better, the fun is lessening, we’re finding this was it, this is all. A child isn’t meant to weather that journey or this much letdown.
I always smile when I think about you though. I wanted to fucking cry when I found those pictures;
“Oh, look at how happy you were.”
Could’ve just screamed right there.