My mom used to read this to Graeme (and me by extension, since we shared the same room when we were little) every night before bed. Then she would turn on a tape of some woman singing “Sleep Sound in Jesus”. Graeme couldn’t fall asleep without it, and I couldn’t fall asleep until it finished.
It’s strange to me that I remember everything, the good, the bad, and everything in between, but he only remembers the ugly parts.
(Source: nickthejam)
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