
The Better Aldo Burrows
By Storybird

29 Nov, 2023

I, Aldo J. Burrows, or A.J. as I preferred, was raised by my grandmother. After losing my siblings, Lincoln, Michael, and Sara when I was ten, life had been a constant struggle of finding normalcy.

My parents, Cristina and Aldo Burrows, were absent for most of my life. They had always promised to visit, but they never did. Their absence was a void that couldn't be filled.

One day, as I walked into my classroom, I saw two new teachers. As they turned around to greet us, I was taken aback. It was my parents.

Dad introduced himself as Mr. Burrows, or Mr. B, and mom as the new principal, Mrs. Burrows. I stood up, laughed, and called them my absentee parents.

The class laughed along, finding humor in the bitter reality. But, for the first time, I felt a sense of belonging with my parents around.

A month later, Mom called me to her office. Inside the office, I noticed three figures. As they turned around, I was shocked. It was Lincoln, Michael, and Sara.

We spent a week together, filling the void that had been there for years. But the next day, I woke up and realized it was all a dream.

However, my parents being my teachers wasn't a dream. They were really there. I could still feel the warmth of their presence.

That morning, I went to mom's office and asked her if she could get me a therapist. Gran thought I was being a baby, but I knew I needed help.

Mom asked if I felt okay to go to class. I nodded and went to my class. As I entered, I announced, "The better Aldo Burrows has arrived".

And I meant it. It was the first step towards healing, towards becoming the person I wanted to be. I was ready to face the world as the better Aldo Burrows.

Over the next few months, I worked on myself. With my parents' support and therapy, I began to see things in a new light. I learned to cope with my grief.

My relationship with my parents improved. I started to understand them better and they began to understand me. We had been strangers for so long, but not anymore.

I began to accept the loss of my siblings. I cherished the dream I had of them, and kept it close to my heart. It was a memory, a reminder of their love.

The better Aldo Burrows had indeed arrived. And he was here to stay. I had a long way to go, but I was ready to face the challenges that came my way.

No matter how hard life got, I knew I had my parents by my side. And that was enough. Enough to keep going, enough to keep fighting.

I was not just Aldo Burrows anymore. I was the better Aldo Burrows. And I was proud of the person I had become.

I learned that it's okay to ask for help. It's okay to feel pain. And it's okay to take time to heal. We all have our own pace and that's perfectly fine.

My journey of self-discovery and healing taught me the importance of resilience. It showed me that even in the darkest times, there's always a ray of hope.

I, Aldo J. Burrows, was not just a survivor. I was a fighter. And I would continue to fight, for myself and for those who were no longer with me.

I was ready to embrace life with all its ups and downs. I was ready to face whatever came my way. Because I knew I was strong enough to handle it.

I was no longer the Aldo Burrows who walked into that classroom that day. I was better. I was stronger. I was the better Aldo Burrows.

As I walk into the classroom now, I don't see my parents as teachers. I see them as my pillars of strength. I see them as my guiding light.

And as I sit in my chair, I don't see it as a symbol of my past. I see it as a stepping stone towards my future. A future full of possibilities.

I carry the memories of Lincoln, Michael, and Sara with me. Not as a burden, but as a source of strength. I carry them in my heart, always.

My journey hasn't been easy. But it's been worth it. Because it made me who I am today. And for that, I am grateful.

I am Aldo J. Burrows. I am a survivor. I am a fighter. And most importantly, I am the better Aldo Burrows.

And as I look into the mirror every day, I see the reflection of a boy who faced his demons and came out stronger. A boy who didn't give up, no matter what.

I see a boy who turned his pain into strength, his grief into resilience, and his past into a stepping stone for a brighter future. I see the better Aldo Burrows.

And as I continue my journey, I carry this strength with me. I carry the love of my siblings, the support of my parents, and the lessons I've learned.

Because I am Aldo J. Burrows. I am the better Aldo Burrows. And I am ready to face whatever comes my way.

And as I step out into the world, I know I am not alone. I have my family by my side. And together, we are ready to face whatever life throws at us.

Because we are Burrows. We are survivors. We are fighters. And most importantly, we are family. And that's all that matters.

So, here's to the better Aldo Burrows. Here's to the journey that made him who he is. And here's to the brighter future that awaits him.

Because no matter what, Aldo J. Burrows will always rise. He will always fight. And he will always be the better Aldo Burrows.