Wednesday, September 22, 2004

I turn on the news, and I have to ask my mom if it's real.

I see a face I recognize - one of my mom's friends pleading with her son to turn himself in to the police.

I don't recognize the mug shot of the man who grew from a little boy I used to play with (well, mostly his sister and I harrassed him into leaving us to our own devices, on those occassions when all the women from my mom's office got together and left the kids to themselves).

What happened? I can't really process it. I'll pray for the parents. I'll pray for the son. I'll pray for the victims.

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