Rites of Passage
puppy is ten months! Unfortunately, they celebrated with a cold on a day that is a compliment to define dull. Ten months with her beautiful eyes wide open to the world have radically changed the way I look at myself ... and also the way I look at myself. It is no longer good, or even stronger, but one step at a time going forward. Today I removed the faith. After 17 months, was even now. I was always told that I took her again for not having to answer too many questions when I had the belly, when he was born puppy when he was too small because the fact that I was not not seem strange. I kept because I felt entitled to do so because they represented a promise that I had not broken. Then I just kept them out of habit ... but in recent days has begun to bother me ... I have nothing to hide, of course I'm not going to tell my aunts garrulous as things stand, if there's one thing I hate is the false compassion and understanding ... but I rarely see them and on the margins of my life. It 'time to forget and put the ring in the bottom of a drawer, waiting for the puppy grows and complaints as a "memory" ... now that that is its only function. My grief is finished, what the circle of gold represented is dead and buried, a victim of premeditated murder and clearly completed ... Perhaps I hoped, deep in my heart, a repentance of the perpetrator ... but now it's time to turn the page. Has not got what he deserved, I did not get justice, not revenge I tried, but at least I had it to me. I put the ring that bore a child, the one given by her grandmother. I took so that the shape of my finger and returned to his seat as if he had never left. I know that it is not. I do not need to remove the interlude as if it never happened. But who has consciously destroyed does not deserve the tribute of my finger. Then who knows, maybe also begin to look around!
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