The way my wife smiled when my hand touched hers. The sound
of my son’s laughter. The hugs my daughter would give me every bedtime.
I had to focus on those memories, they were what kept me
going. I couldn’t give in, I couldn’t let this cell break me. That’s what they
wanted, me to forget, so I would remember
The way my wife smiled when my hand touched hers. The sound
of my daughter’s laughter. The hugs… No, wait
The way my wife smiled when she hugged my son’s daughter…
The way…
The way out is obedience, I know…
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