[Sometimes I sit there for twenty whole minutes – not saying a word. Everything he says fills me up with so much sadness. He tells me the same stories over and over again, but each time there is a new detail. Something more painful and terrible that wasn’t there before. And it just makes me so sad that I go quiet.
He said today that my mother used to tell him “Oh, she talks so much!” >
He said today that my mother used to tell him “Oh, she talks so much!” >
