I can’t sleep, tossing and turning for hours. It’s after two o’clock in the morning now, and I sigh and stare at nothing, not even at the beauty of my bedroom’s painted walls.
My room used to be Tonk Jr’s bedroom, years ago, before he went to New York City to study Family Counseling and Trauma Therapy, and never came back except for the major holidays, when we treasure him. I should go to New York someday. Visit him. I always said I would.
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