I remember you telling me that you wished I was never born and also the day I tried to save a struggling black beetle from the ***** filled toilet pan.
You flushed it
I will never forget when my father took me to a coursing meeting to see greyhounds dismantling hares.
What was all of that about?
I'm a vegetarian now and a poet.
On mothers day I went to sing a song at your graves like you asked me to, before you died.
It was about re-incarnation, I am a buddhist, I made a wish for you both to come back as something.