the story of tony continued...

the girl in that story is my mom. she told me about tony when i was a little girl. i thought she was crazy to have an imaginary friend, but that's because i didn't have a grasp on the kind of lonliness that makes a person reach out to a figment of his her or imagination. it wasn't until i became a teen and suffered from depression that i realized how the cloak of lonliness can block out the light of hope from one's mind, thus making it necessary to seek out a companion who could bring the light into the darkness.