I feel so bad when I hear you cough on the phone. Then I want to hug you, pat your head, your back, like a little child.
I feel ashamed I don’t think like that about my parents. I have only known you since a whiff of time. But them…..
Maybe in your not responding lies my penance. But to do that penance I have to commit more sin. When do I get out of the circle. When does the irony end.