David
Having David home is always so powerfully bitter-sweet.
I want to tell ask him to move back in. I want to tell him that he can come home and finish high school and then get into some kind of job training. He can live here while he does all that.
I want to help him live the life I want him to live.
But the life I want for him is not the life he has chosen.
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