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Winter was a strange boy. Too strange. It wasn't because he was mentally disturbed or that he had no friends, it was just because he chose to be that way. Needless to say I loved him. But in the end I'd probably just about lost the will to live under the same roof as the kid. It's like watching a rabbit get run over whilst strapped to an electric chair that buzzed you every time you tried to rescue it. Every single day was like that. I'd been observing him ever since the day he was born, 13th January 1992. I didn't know his exact birth date, but this was the date I found him. Or did he find me?
Yes, parents observe their children, don't deny that fact. If we didn't observe then how could we not nag them without a good reason. Jeez my observations were blind. I couldn't see what others saw in him, love was ghastly blind. Now it's my time to explain, without the thought of Winter in my head, without the reprisal of the busy bodies in my frikkin village and without the mental image of my poor Winter all-alone in the world. Winter Myers was innocent to his fragile bones I'll prove it'