You used to promise we would repaint my bedroom when I got home.

I loved those conversations even when I was too tired to answer.

I loved the ridiculous colors you suggested.

If you still want to paint something purple, I won’t complain.

Please let Dad cry with you.

He thinks he has to hold everybody together.

That’s a silly job for one person.

I don’t know who will receive anything from me, and I’m not making a plan for anybody else’s life.