I Will Not Let You Talk to Me, Son?

"Can you understand how much joy your very existence brought to me?" "I wished my parents could be here, so that i could cook for them and give them a good life too. I felt i was losing everything all over again." 'The pain makes it hard to write,' says the young woman as she hands him back his paper. "'It kills me' is what kin lo uses with the magic," he adds.