I wonder

What does an outsider make of all this? My mother does one thing, yet she also cares for his well being the entire time. She did not leave him hanging when she could. And what do we make of his behavior? Is this a turning point? I find this family full of oxymorons and paradoxial endeavors. I come to the conclusion that we often chide one another for... each of us is simply too nice


But you know, I would love that any day.