Do what, Kim? Lead a normal life? Too late. Way too late.

Stop trying to save me. You couldn't then; you can't now.

I shouldn't have been there. I should never have been born.

I hope they remember the good stuff, when I was a baby, a toddler, when they still had hopes and dreams for their little girl, their miracle child. In truth they were good to me. They were only doing what they knew how to do; what they thought was best.

Take it as a token. Because tomorrow when I go, I want you to believe friends are possible.

I didn't tell him. And I never told her the whole truth. What would it matter? There was nothing she could do; nothing anyone can do or will do.

Me? I had no dreams. No longings. Dreams only set you up for disappointment. Plus, you had to have a life to have dreams of a better life.