[He's glad she understands. He doesn't think he could explain it any more clearly. The question draws him up short, too, and he considers not answering, but - ]
Not mine. They were their own. Wild.
After my dad died and my mom went to prison, they hung out around my mom's house. It was - messy, there were a lot of mice and shit. And then I started feeding them.
It was a . . . small good thing. But it felt important.
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[He's glad she understands. He doesn't think he could explain it any more clearly. The question draws him up short, too, and he considers not answering, but - ]
Not mine. They were their own. Wild.
After my dad died and my mom went to prison, they hung out around my mom's house. It was - messy, there were a lot of mice and shit. And then I started feeding them.
It was a . . . small good thing. But it felt important.