J1 says, this time last year was the best time, when you and dad were free to travel and J2 and i were free to spend time with you. will we ever have such times again, now that we are all growing up and apart?
life changes, i tell him. i wish i can say something wise and comforting.
then i remember that God replaces the years the locusts eat. there will be new and richer memories. non tollitur.
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