Then you’d know why I sat on the floor crying.
Elias walked across the living room as I sat on the floor watching.
Can I say it again?
Can I stand on the roof and scream it to the neighborhood?
Can I publicize it in every paper? Paste it on every lamp post?
I don’t care how uncoordinated his gait may be or that he fell to his knees
I don’t care that he still can’t stand.