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034: Death in the Time of Cholera
Nov. 8th, 2008 12:56 pmI think... I think my dad may have wanted to kill me. He sure told me enough that he wished I was dead or that I should have died - instead, you know?
But there were a couple of times when I woke up and he was standing over me with this Look and I'd be so scared and the next day he'd cry a lot and get really drunk and pretty soon we'd be off somewhere else.
Saw lots of people die - kids mostly, but big people too...
I don't know why I'm talking about this. I don't like to remember.
And I'm still sick. Not so bad as when Tony and Mat had to come help me, but I can't stay up for more than a little while 'cause I'm just too tired. I'm really glad I can see the sky and the stars and the trees overhead from my bed or I'd be really not happy and scared about being stuck inside.
But there were a couple of times when I woke up and he was standing over me with this Look and I'd be so scared and the next day he'd cry a lot and get really drunk and pretty soon we'd be off somewhere else.
Saw lots of people die - kids mostly, but big people too...
I don't know why I'm talking about this. I don't like to remember.
And I'm still sick. Not so bad as when Tony and Mat had to come help me, but I can't stay up for more than a little while 'cause I'm just too tired. I'm really glad I can see the sky and the stars and the trees overhead from my bed or I'd be really not happy and scared about being stuck inside.
