I spent a long time catching up with some of the only friends I had in air rifle.

I realized all the hate I'd ever gathered in my life were there and are still there.

I wish people will stop.

All she'd ever done her whole life was giving and forgiving.

Perhaps too naive for survival.

Perhaps, if I work hard enough, enough to more than just support the three of us for the years till my death, I can convince her to stop working, so I can stop hearing about all these things and never be reminded of those days again.