Your routine began
Your dad
Your puppies
Your bike
Your dad’s bike
Your bike rides with your dad and your puppies
Your walks too
Your routine
Your mom
Your dad
Your puppies
Your mom calls 911
Your mom shot your dad in the head
Your dad’s life ended
Your routine ended
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Time for a new routine?
Fiction?
No. Totally true. This poor little boy’s life is upturned. He is autistic. He lost his dad, mom, and routine in one instant. The puppies are the icing on the cake. I can’t get it out of my mind.
Boo for all that. Tragic and terrible.
so awful
It is, Beth. Thank you.
Wow, I was not expecting that ending. Hopefully this isn’t factual. Definitely packs a punch and makes you think.
Hi Dani. It happened in my mom’s subdivision. It does make you think. There is so much that we don’t know about what is outside of our line of sight. I’m trying to wrap my mind around it. It both surprises me because I saw the bike rides and walks, along with the joy in the son’s face. This look of joy will never happen again, because the routine is broken.
That is very eloquently put and completely describes how abruptly lives can and do change.
I hope that the little boy is in a safe place where new routines can be established for him.
I hope you’re OK too. Xxxxx
Thank you Faith. So do I. More came out and it is another testament that one doesn’t know what happens in another person’s house.
I’m okay and I hope you are as well. XO.