"My son wants to do drugs."
It was a statement full of all the fears a parent can have. It was beyond
It wasn't an easy thing to say or admit. It was a confession of failure.
There must have been failure somewhere. Perhaps some things at home somehow
hadn't been good enough to prevent such a thing. And now, after the
arguments and the shouting, there was only the emptiness of what lay ahead
and the emptiness of not being able to do a thing about it.
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