Camp With Mom And My Annoying Friend Who ...: -eng-

We didn’t become silent friends overnight. But the next morning, when Leo started narrating the process of brushing his teeth (“First, the minty sting of existence…”), I didn’t groan. I handed him the toothpaste and said, “Chapter two: the flossing.”

Mom just smiled and started unpacking the tent poles. I, however, was already calculating how many hours until we went home. Leo’s chatter didn’t stop as we gathered firewood, set up the tent (which he nearly collapsed twice), or even as we ate dinner. He talked about video games, a weird noise his knee made, and the philosophical implications of hot dogs. -ENG- Camp With Mom and My Annoying Friend Who ...

The next morning, Mom suggested a hike to Raven’s Rock—a steep, two-hour trail that ended in a panoramic view. “Perfect,” I thought. “Maybe Leo will get tired and shut up.” I was wrong. We didn’t become silent friends overnight

Leo still talks too much. He still taps his foot, asks weird questions, and ruins every quiet moment with a joke. But now, I don’t hear noise. I hear a friend who’s fighting his own silence the only way he knows how. And Mom? She just winks at me from the driver’s seat, because she knew all along. Camp wasn’t about escaping my annoying friend. It was about learning to listen to him. I, however, was already calculating how many hours

“I know I’m annoying,” he said, poking a log. “My dad says I don’t know when to stop. But when I stop… the quiet gets loud, you know? Like, in my head. It’s scary.”

Halfway up, Leo tripped over a root and skinned his knee. Instead of crying, he laughed. “Look! I’m bleeding nature’s color palette!” He then spent the next forty-five minutes inventing songs about every rock, tree, and insect we passed. I walked faster, my jaw clenched so tight I thought my teeth might crack.