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All my choices are for him.

Him?

My son. He's all that I have.

He's alive?

He is. Why wouldn't he be?

And what's wrong with your face?

Nothing. I've got to go.

What? Peter? What is it?

I shouldn't be here. You aren't my Niki.

I know the feeling...

Then you know how difficult it is.

My entire family tends to think along those lines. I just happen to think that way more than my brother.

It's only with my son, but I'm his mother. It's my job.

smiles You sound like my big brother. But I see where you're coming from.

...just don't think of it like a job.

What do you think of it as?

That small sense of normal that you could have.

Micah is important.