But you are not alone in this
And you are not alone in this
As brothers we will stand and we'll hold your hand
Hold your hand
January 3, 2005
Dear Diary,
Two men came to the house today. It's the most exciting thing that has happened in a long time.
One was an older gentleman – perhaps in his late forties – and he had a very hard expression. He seemed like the type that is never far away from being angry. The young man with him was about my age, and he wore an infuriating smirk the entire time. He kept eyeing me, like he was questioning whether or not I was worth his time.
They were looking for my mother, but I must admit to eavesdropping on their conversation through the air vent in my room. Of course they were hunters. I held my breath the entire time. I would never admit it, but I'm still afraid someone will come along and get my mother into hunting again.
The one good thing to stem from my sickness is the fact that my mother stopped hunting. She willingly stopped hunting, which is something I never thought I'd see. Don't get me wrong, I enjoyed it some, but I always feared for her safety.
Hopefully she'll tell me what the hunters wanted. I can't be expected to snoop properly in my current condition.
- Aubrey
And I will tell the night
Whisper, "Lose your sight"
But I can't move the mountains for you