Prodigy

Dear Diary My dog died yesterday. We were playing frisbee in the back yard and it was really hot. I'm not allowed to run so he did the running for both of us and I guess it just wore him out because he fell on his side and breathed really hard and then just stopped. We buried him under the big ugly oak tree out back and mommy put a sign on his grave that reads: Here lies Rainbow - The best dog in the whole wide world. He was only seven. I got accepted into Julliard. This Fall I will become the youngest student ever enrolled, beating out the late, great Hazel Scott by one year. Ever since I can remember, musical compositions have come easy to me. Beethoven, Chopin, Rachmaninov, it doesn't matter. Once I hear it played it becomes burned into my memory. And when I play, I don't miss a note. My birthday is next Sunday. Dad promised me a My Really Real Puppy. I was going to get a Lego Science Station set but we changed it because... well you know. Today my head hurts super bad. The doctor told us to expect it. I threw up three times last night. The stars are out now and I can see the moon too. I wonder if anyone lives up there. Mommy says God does but I've never seen him. She told me I can talk to him anytime I want and he would listen, even to a sick little six-year-old boy. I think I'll try it tonight. I've been feeling down lately. glioblastoma prayers float to the heavens grant him one more year