You tell me today that you are ready to go home.
And I know what you mean by that.
I know that you are talking about dying.
You said that you are tired.
You are tired of being confused, sad, mad, upset.
You tell me that you wish that you could talk to your mama.
That she would explain this disease to you.
That you just wanted answers to what is going on with you.
I try to explain to you....being honest about this disease...
And then you are off to another subject....
Sunday, July 8, 2007
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YOU, YOUR MOTHER, AND LULU are the cutest things ever. I love all three of you. *hugs*
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