∆ Thinking that memories will go away when you decide to bury them is the worst ideology I had about life. "I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY" I fall off my chair and sit on the floor,bringing my knees up to my head and wrapping them with hands, rocking myself like a crazy person. My eyes still closed. "Make it stop! Make it stop! I don't want to remember. I don't want to feel"" A dysfunctional home, following the life of a single mum who is trying to understand her 18 year old, dyslexic child. ∆