“Father says it will come in time. “Time heals,” he says.I don’t tell him that I don’t know what time is.”

“I do not believe in any wise man until I have heard him say << I doubt it>> three times and << I don’t know >> two times.”

“I don’t want to know what time it is. I don’t want to know what day it is or where I am. None of that matters.”

“I know, I say, after he says, This is hard, for the third time. This is what happens when you have a TRM, I tell him. You make a mess. It's okay. You just have to try harder next time.I am trying hard, Dad says.I know. You get a sticker.Thank you.Okay. You get another sticker for being polite.”

“Everyone keeps telling me that time heals all wounds, but no one can tell me what I’m supposed to do right now. Right now I can’t sleep. It’s right now that I can’t eat. Right now I still hear his voice and sense his presence even though I know he’s not here. Right now all I seem to do is cry. I know all about time and wounds healing, but even if I had all the time in the world, I still don’t know what to do with all this hurt right now.”

“Don’t tell me no this time, Aura. Please. Don’t make me stop.”