Spent about 5 hours driving you some clothes and your Bible, and some money for phone calls. So I'm scraping by on nothing and have to give you money, but I guess I do want you to call me.
And not collect!
I know I left you with the clothes on your back, so it has been a few days. It was surreal having a huge man in scrubs reach his arm out to take your bag, and just walk away, and drive another couple hours back home.
I had to ask our son's friend's mom if she would watch him all afternoon, and tell her why.
I know most of these folks will never let their kids come play again if they know you're home.
I've gone beyond shame and embarrassment.
And you kept calling and calling.
I can't do anything for you.
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