XXXV
Parents
I did not think about my parents.
It was impractical. They were long since dead, undoubtedly.
On one occasion I dreamt of them.
They told me of all the wrong that I done. How much I had failed them. That they were disappointed in my actions. I had tried to explain to my parents that I had no choice.
In their response, they had told me that I once had a choice.
And that by picking the wrong way, I had done them wrong.
I woke up in shivers.
I vowed never to think of them again.
