Two months ago today, we woke up in the morning, got ready for school, went through our normal ‘bye-bye routine’ and headed out for just another day. We thought we had things to be stressed about, but they were just ordinary stresses of life.
Two months ago today, we went through our day without more concern than usual about what might be going on at home or what we had waiting for us around the corner. After school, M. went to a class and I went to do my home-teaching job.
Two months ago today, as I left my home-teaching job, M. called me on the phone. She had arrived home to find Murray unable to get up, laying humiliated, ashamed, and alone in a puddle of his own urine.
Our lives would never be the same.
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