And laughs. You get to laugh at least a million more times. And cry and fight with your parents and make up and maybe even become a parent yourself. And when you take your daughter to Paris for the first time, it won’t be for a sad reason. It’ll be so you can tell her about us and what I did for you and what you did for me.
We accept the fact we had to sacrifice our time in this hospital for whatever it is we have but we think you’re crazy to make us write an essay telling you who we think we are. You see us as you want to see us. In the simplest terms and most convenient definitions. But what we found out is that each one of us is a mean girl, and a girl next floor, and a player, a new guy and a rebel. Does that answer your question? Sincerely yours, The Red Band Society.