The Day The Boy Died

I am literally trembling from the force of your story. Clearly, it took some time for you to be able to construct as a narrative about yourself, apart from yourself. Your pain, fear, your love for your mother, anguish radiate from the page. You are remarkable. As a writer. As a person.

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