Mother: I don’t undetstand
Son: it’s not like I want to go I just have go. I just have to.
Mother: but who’s going to be with me? What if they come for me? What if…………
Son: Hush. There’s nothing we can do. I’m sorry I need to leave before your tears kill me, I need to have a steady head.
Okay just take this with you (hands piece of paper and pen) write to me every night; goodbye.
Son: Goodbye.

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