i’m sorry i’m bringing up painful memories. it’s just that the last time i was in your house with you, you were asleep and i had a jetpack. and we were both in sburb. i didn’t wan’t to make you hurt like that.
She didn’t just say that about here mother, did she?
i know you and your mom have issues, but i’m going to tell you a secret. our parents are proud of us. they always have been.
I’m sorry, John. I just don’t remember all of these things. Except for them…
You shake your head and shut your eyes, holding your hands to your head as if to drive away bad memories, corrupted thoughts filed away in your head and just now drawn out, requesting to be remembered.
John, I know that she’s cared for me since I’ve needed it, but it’s nothing more than a source of shame, for both of us. I haven’t done anything to make her proud.
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