I woke this morning thinking about my son, today's his birthday.
He turned sixteen.
The last time I saw him is when he was four months old. His mother moved to South Carolina, and we kept in touch.
The last time I talked to her, Ben was five years old.
She dissapeared, I don't know were she went, I don't know how he's doing. I don't know anything.
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