It was in the year 2011 and I was at San Pasqual Academy. What happened was that I asked my social worker if I could have visits with my stepdad and my siblings. I saw love in our eyes I didn’t see hatered in their eyes. What I hate hear is negative stuff but I didn’t hear that instead I heard how much they’d miss me and how much they loved me. What I touched was my stepdad and how hairy his hands felt. I felt like the world wasn’t going to end and that I wasn’t gonna have to kill myself anymore. This experience changed me because I stopped having sucidial thoughts.
Wow, very deep. Nice blog post though.
ReplyDeleteI remember that day when you can you to me and you could stop talking about how you going to see you stepdad.
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