They say part of growing up is learning how to live with your regrets and live with the good and bad memories.
Mostly bad.
The mostly bad somehow; they always manage to linger around longer. Occupy much more space than we can offer.
But, what they don't tell you is, most adults still haven't learned to cope with the pain.
Kai squeezes my hand.
When I looked down, his head was facing the floor.
I remember it now.
The patterned floor.
It's still the same.
I got down to one knee and placed my hands on his shoulders, "Kai." He looks at me, "I want you to look forward, okay?"
"Look forward?"
"Yes," I replied. "When we get into that room. I want you to look at every person in the eye. Do you know why?"
He shakes his head.
"Because you've done nothing wrong. Do you hear me? You've do
