[His memories of her are so...obscured as it is. Muddled. Mingled with resentment. Never really around to ask. Upon reflection, it's easier and easier to tell that she'd given up on him long before she signed him into the hospital in the long-term. It was just a question of when he finally realized it himself.]
[Semi-regular visits. Then irregular ones. Then phone calls. Then postcards.]
[And then, nothing.]
I don't think I was what she wanted.
[He's not exactly pleased to be pouring himself onto the shoulders of a child like this. But if he can open things up, maybe that'll allow her the chance to venture down that avenue herself.]
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[His memories of her are so...obscured as it is. Muddled. Mingled with resentment. Never really around to ask. Upon reflection, it's easier and easier to tell that she'd given up on him long before she signed him into the hospital in the long-term. It was just a question of when he finally realized it himself.]
[Semi-regular visits. Then irregular ones. Then phone calls. Then postcards.]
[And then, nothing.]
I don't think I was what she wanted.
[He's not exactly pleased to be pouring himself onto the shoulders of a child like this. But if he can open things up, maybe that'll allow her the chance to venture down that avenue herself.]
[At the very least, it's worth a shot.]