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  • A heaving rain turned to snow sometime during the wee hours of the night. I awoke to a blanket of white resting on everything barren in darkness and grey. He awoke to a deep rage, angry at me for every possible misdeed. His dreams had bent his thoughts and in wakefulness, mistrust had taken hold in an instant.

    My boy, the one who cries so easily, wants to believe that if I can make everything bad then I can bloody well make everything good too.
    He hasn't learned that I don't control the universe yet.
    He raged. And he raged.
    I told him I loved him.
    And that he was going to his room till he could speak nicely to someone, anyone.

    Later, I found him through the window pane, circling my car, drawing hearts all over the windows.
    I walked outside with silent footsteps creeping beside him.
    "I love you mom", he said and my heart melted just looking into his blue eyes.

    This is where we can begin again.
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