Thursday, December 3, 2009
Chapter 2
I can not stop thinking about the way things use to be. The days when mother taught us many lessons from events that happened like when our cat gave birth. The days when she would take us to see the great pumpkin or the harvest moon. When we would decorate the Christmas tree and go on a trip to see the decorations around town. My favorite memory though is the trip we took to the Russian River. Their mother wrapped her arms around me and I have never felt has safe as I did at that time.
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this is your brother, i remember those fun days too we were all so close. i loved those days. everything was just so perfect! I love you and i am so sorry for the way that things have been with you and mother but i want you to know that i love you!
ReplyDeleteThis is your brother , I wanted you to know that i wish that i could of done something about how mother was trating you i miss the fun days too.
ReplyDeletewhen we would all go to the park and play and mother would watch us and smile and laugh with us .Im sorry mother is doing this to you .
David, as your brother I wish there was something I could do. But i'm afraid mother could turn at any moment and take out her anger on me AND you. I'm sorry. Maybe you shouldn't be such a bad boy. I don't know what you do, but mother tells me you are very bad. Maybe if you try to be better she'll stop hitting you. Hopefully someday mother will be nice again, like when she took us to Golden Gate Park, and when she would make lots of food the night before and then take us on picnics. We can only hope..
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