I don't believe what I see.

I woke the next morning and became a novelist,

I'm using a part of my brain that I haven't used since school, learning the French grammar.

We don't have any severe damage at this point.

I cannot express how I feel about the loss of our son. He can't watch his boys grow up because of what these vicious, selfish punks did. He no longer can say, 'I love you Mom.'

I don’t believe what I see,