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2004-07-02 I feel so helpless when I hear my dad stifling back tears through his coarse voice. Three times on the way to South Carolina, tears rolled down his cheeks. It wasn't suppose to happen this way. My mom with her midnight bike rides and overprotectiveness for the computer. The books on divorce and step-families laying in plain sight which she quotes from. A sharp face that still in its forgiving forgetfulness loosens when the seriousness of the situation is not so heavy in the air. It feels a degree short of death. |