by Farfalla
I watch my son sparring with the testing computer, decoding himself
once again. It reminds me of what I went through watching him grow up,
but this time, he's had to compress dozens of years of learning into
three months.
How Do *I* Feel?He's reliving the pain of his childhood. So am I. I pity him, and I pity another man here who's hurting just as badly. Jim doesn't deserve this. He tries to look hopeful, but he doesn't fool me. I can't bear to think of what he's going through. The idea of even one day without Sarek's love makes me weak.
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