May 31, 2015

Robert still doesn’t have a friend. A person who would come to our house to hang out with him.  Or who would invite Robert to his/her house to do together the nicest thing possible …nothing.

It hurts.

It hurts me to see that and feel powerless.

It hurts him even more, as his loneliness is never named as such but instead it is felt with every cell of his body.


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