January 3, 2006

  • We fought.


    I cried.


    You cried.


    My son, I am so afraid of failing you.


    Even while I know that you must fail or succeed on your own.


    I know, too, that while you want what an adult wants, you haven't the tools to get there, not alone anyway.


    Together we have them, though, you and I. Along with those who love us the most, we will survive.


    You will thrive.


    The nightmares will stop.


    For both of us.


    In time. 

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