I miss being sick. I would consistently get up earlier everyday because of the discomfort, and thus I could get more work done in a day.

I miss having heavy asthma attacks when I would collapse at the top of the stairs in front of my parents room and wheeze my lungs out until my parents would hear me coughing vigorously ad dash all the way from the kitchen to take my school bag off and carry me to bed,stroking my hair.

I miss staring at the mcdee's overhead menu from the front of the queue all by myself and calling my brothers to help me order a simple filet o' fish large set.

I miss sitting in the passenger seat and listening to stories and advice from my parents, and their lessons on life, not needing to experience them myself and getting my hands dirty.

I miss the many things in life that were easier than the ones I'm going through now.

I miss you, pampered little jonny.