I am bothered. Utterly bothered. When I think of what happened, I feel ecstatic and sick. Thrilled and depressed. Do I wish things ended differently? I don't know. I think that I am most haunted by the sign he left on the door of the bus..."For the love of God..." and then begging for his salvation. All I know is, if I ever have a son or a daughter, I hope that they are brave like him but forgiving enough to accept life amongst the rest of us.
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Your kitchen is nearly done.
As is the hallway.
Don't worry about our children.
They will find their way with our help.
Now we just have to find our way...
You will be home in a few days and I have a lot to do!
I do love you very much and remember...
It's only a door.
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