What was it you said about me? I remember that. I’m not that smart. I’m not. But I’m not that stupid. And I don’t forget.We weren’t a loving family. We did what we were supposed to do. We’re not like that anymore. I try to care, as complicated (selfish) as I know I am. I want to do what is right.I want to understand. And yet not like that. Not in the deep dark waters. Not in the room of death. How are you? How am I? I am dying. I know that. I accept that. As much as I accept anything else. As much as I accept this li(f)e.