I wanted to write Him, but what to write about?
He said I had to breathe through. I can't and I don't want to.
Leaving him, getting to him and what's the change?
I wake up again, sadly.
I open my tablet and see a picture of three beautiful people, my children.
I almost succeeded myself to put the photo as a background on the tablet. My husband helped me with the finishing touch.
Three young people, who look at me.
Breathe through, He says.
Yesterday morning, on my way to work on my bicycle I bump into the mother,
who buried her son of 18 years old last week.
Breathe through, H says.
Please help me, I write.
Tonny.
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