Tonight, without putting down her chicken or corn, and without looking me in the eye – Audrey asked, in her choppy way of new language:
“Au drey
Ap pa
Come
Oooome?”
I sat down next to her. “No, honey, I’m so sorry. Remember, Appa can’t come home anymore. Appa’s all gone.”
“Ap pa
Gone…”
she said quietly.
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oh Julia.
You don't know me at all and i've only been lurking here a little bit, but this…this is just heartbreaking.
i don't know where you find the strength…