....is always there, but sometimes, it's worse than usual. Like now, for instance. Cammy's here, in my local, but he's sitting on his own in a corner, while the 'family and friends' group socialise. How I would love to engage him, talk, find out what he's interested in, try to help him have an enjoyable evening. But, of course, if I made the slightest attempt to approach him, the 'paedo' alarms would start going off all over the place. So here I am, forced to sit and witness the boy's exclusion, tears close behind my eyes, my sadness all the deeper in the knowledge that after Sunday week, and the demise of the pub, the chances of my ever seeing him again are effectively zero. Life is too appalling, all too often.
1915 edit: Sweet boy! He's given me a smile and said hello. As much as I can ever expect, but none the less welcome for that.
Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B
1915 edit: Sweet boy! He's given me a smile and said hello. As much as I can ever expect, but none the less welcome for that.
Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B
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