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Q. Why won’t my daughter speak to me?

A. She lets you see her kids, your grandkids, those roses.

Be thankful, be grateful, be happy. I am happy,

like the legs of a table.

Q. Why didn’t my parents try to find me?

A. They trusted god would look after me.

I have an inhaler, but I’m breathing, they were right.

Q. What if I rip my skin of and find

I’m made of cement and steel?

A. You won’t. You bleed red, bleed blood, you know that.

You are not a construction site.