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  • On our way back to the house from S. right now.. It’s a two hour drive and Sayang got in a fight with his father in the first 10 minutes. What am I supposed to do? I don’t even understand the language that they are speaking in and I have not yet earned the right to speak into arguments between him and them.

    Now his mind and his heart are in a different place, where I can’t be or follow. If and when I was to attempt it, contempt of the effort would be the only response. Maybe that’s the most difficult thing about arguments, that it isolates those we love from our own heart of hearts and we become strangers even if only for a half-minute.

    When we get back to the house, out of the car, put some space between his father and us, he’ll be okay again but for now he remains so far from me. I dread the day when we begin fighting. He won’t look at me now and I sit alone, watching the minutes pass by in the form of trees and fields.
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