“I wanted to tell you all my secrets, but you became one of them.”
– Author Unknown
“It’s my fault,” she cried. “It’s all my fault!”
Father and I had arrived on the scene of a vehicle fire – an old pickup truck ablaze on the side of a country road. We were just returning from town when we happened upon it. A man wearing coveralls was standing next to a sobbing woman and a boy about ten years old.
“I can’t do anything right,” said the woman. “I do everything wrong.”
“What’s happened here?” asked Father.
The man shrugged. “Truck belongs to them.” He motioned with the thumb to the woman and boy. At the time, the boy was a few years...
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