Where were you? Why didn’t you come? Why couldn’t you come? What was the matter? Did you not like us anymore? Was it your disease? Were you unwilling to please?
On Sundays and holidays, I brought Sophie out, but you, her mother and my wife, never came along.
Clara Lara was a place to go away from the world of screens. Sophie played on the jungle gym. We swung across on the river rope, took a boat out to Pirate Island. We shuttled down the mountainside on the aqua shuttle. But where were you?
We made our fun without you. So, there. Where were you?
When I went for burgers, I had to keep an eye on Sophie while still in the queue. Where were you then? Wallowing.
You let me down. Let us down.
I thought I had a family, but it soon fell apart
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