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March 26, 2011
He told me, ‘I feel so bad. I didn’t give you the most basic things – a family, a sense of security. I feel stunted.’
,br> When I flew back, I started crying in the taxi cab, crying for my home, for all these dreams that I lost. The tears just came in the taxi, and they came and came, and through the tears I told the driver to take the North road, and take a right at the end, and go through all the stop signs and pass the rotunda and stop at #45.