A Breathe of Fresh AirMature

Saturday and Sunday, September 26 and 27, 2011

We went to the mall with the Benedick's and had another "off" day. 

Sunday we went back to church.

My heart was beating as we went inside and an elder sat right above us. But it was so.....reliving. I needed to be there again. It was a breathe of fresh air, a renewing.

Mom talked to Dad's sister and she told him he had called Grandma about 30 times over the weekend talking about random information. He told his sister that he was sad because of the kids, and said he couldn't go back to church because he had said many things to people he shouldn't have. Try not to think to much about it, it doesn't make sense to us either. 

Mom told us she wanted us kids to go see a counselor. We begged her and pleaded with her not to, but she remained absolute. So the next day we went. 

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