Yesterday...yesterday was the day that Russian bastard took my brother away. The day my capital was split in two. The day when I felt what true pain and loss was.
But yesterday was also the day when reality opened my eyes and helped me realize things I thought were impossible. Things I never thought would happen to me. It helped me mature.
Tear splotches start to appear on the page
I guess the works have started. I never thought I could actually try to forgive them. I never thought I'd ever speak to them without fear, anger, and sadness. But somehow, it was hard at first, I opened up again. When I didn't just have Tokyo and Rome to lean on for help. When I could feel like I could move on out of the darkness that clouded my mind for those thirty years.
Twenty five years have gone and passed...and...my heart is filled with joy for those twenty five years where I had a full family again.
-Berlin
