Yeah. I didn't talk about it much. Not even with my mother.
[ For a variety of reasons, really. Not wanting to make things harder for her was pretty high up on the list - though Daniel also felt like he completely lacked the adequate words to express what he felt.
He still kind of feels like that. ]
The first time I really talked about it was ten years later, when my teacher's father died. Mostly because I wanted him to know there was someone around who understood his pain. [ It's the same reason he's bringing it up now, right? Even though the table has somehow turned, and now he's the older one, the teacher, talking to a younger student. Rather than the student trying to console his teacher. ]
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Yeah. I didn't talk about it much. Not even with my mother.
[ For a variety of reasons, really. Not wanting to make things harder for her was pretty high up on the list - though Daniel also felt like he completely lacked the adequate words to express what he felt.
He still kind of feels like that. ]
The first time I really talked about it was ten years later, when my teacher's father died. Mostly because I wanted him to know there was someone around who understood his pain. [ It's the same reason he's bringing it up now, right? Even though the table has somehow turned, and now he's the older one, the teacher, talking to a younger student. Rather than the student trying to console his teacher. ]