I love my mom, and I love my dad.
I don't say that as often as a I chould, but I'm saying it now.
My mom and I just cried in the kitchen during the news.
This boy they showed is in foster care, and he's fifteen.
I know my mom wishes she could adopt him.
I wish she would.
I would give up going to college and letting them give him the money if it meant he were my brother.
He sounded so nice and so smart.
I wish I could give him a hug.
I wish he were my brother.
I just wish. I don't know.
others become memories
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
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Without hope, the us's give up - I know you cannot live on hope alone, but without it, life is not worth living. So you, and you, and you... You gotta give em' hope... you gotta give em' hope. -Harvey Milk, Milk(2008)
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