It was for him that I cried, but also for me. His mom’s death reminded me all too poignantly of my own dead mother. I knew there was no comparison in the ways we’d lost our moms, but I also knew pain was pain, always relative to the person feeling it. All I could go by was my own pain, and try to empathize with Caden. He’d lost her in the most horrible way possible: slowly. His pain bled through the pages of his letter. It was in the way he was clearly drunk while writing it, in the uncharacteristic misspellings, in the things he didn’t say. I’d learned to read between the lines of his words to see what he wasn’t saying, but was trying to. He was lost and alone and desperate. I wished I could do something besides write him another letter. But I couldn’t. I didn’t have a license or a car, and Daddy was at work, probably not due home until nine or ten at night. He stayed at work later and later these days. He’d be at work already by the time I got up for school at six, and he wouldn’t be home until eight at the soonest, usually later.
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