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| Some of our children just don’t have a clue. The choices that they make affects others too. A boomerang effect they will surely cause. It will come back and may hit us all. Awaken during the night from a bang on the door. From a drug dealer who was very soar. Stated our son had stolen his weed. Looking high and low for him to answer for his deed. All we could say was our son was in jail. Not getting out soon or posting any bail. The man looked like he was packing a piece. Nothing we could do but call the police. No names were exchanged from this party you see. My husband stayed cool as he could be. All he could see was a son ending up dead. Over a foolish choice- Now what could be said. By Mary Ann D. |
They Just Don't Think