Regret Change happens, I know. It’s so scary though. How do I get through this? Nothing’s the same. He doesn’t even know my name. I try no to cry. “Be strong” I hear. But it’s so hard to stay compossed when I’m frightened. There’s a smile here and there. I’ll stay strong for him, for Poppa. “Be strong, strong, strong!” I’ll try. I can. I know I can. I will.
