A journal entry made by Gus' mom reflecting on his childhood and overall life... enjoy!
It's a brisk morning in the valley of suburban America, a place i used to love... but now i can't seem to get far enough. typically a place one would rather immensely enjoy or greatly loathe; my son was different, he would never be happy until the day he found a purpose to seemingly average monotony. Gus was always a special young man, seeking adventure via legos at the young age and now by hitting trash vans in his four runner. I remember the day he was born like yesterday, it was the best day of my life. Little did i know, while i found my purpose in life, he'd be constantly searching for his. We tried to make the best for him, his dad used basketball as a bonding outlet but we all know how that turned out. Something i wonder where i went wrong, i know the affair was wrong... but did he know? he was dating hazel after all and had a keen sense of reading people so i'm not sure if he ever found out about mr. lancaster and i. this guilt will haunt me forever just wanting to find out his truth. sometimes time is on your side, blessing you immensely with the perfect son and husband. but after a while, it makes it seem like what you have is never enough.