Forrest Gump: You died on a Saturday morning. And I had you placed here under our tree. And I had that house of your father's bulldozed to the ground. Momma always said dyin' was a part of life. I sure wish it wasn't. Little Forrest, he's doing just fine. About to start school again soon. I make his breakfast, lunch, and dinner every day. I make sure he combs his hair and brushes his teeth every day. Teaching him how to play ping-pong. He's really good. We fish a lot. And every night, we read a book. He's so smart, Jenny. You'd be so proud of him. I am. He, uh, wrote a letter, and he says I can't read it. I'm not supposed to, so I'll just leave it here for you. Jenny, I don't know if Momma was right or if, if it's Lieutenant Dan. I don't know if we each have a destiny, or if we're all just floating around accidental-like on a breeze, but I, I think maybe it's both. Maybe both is happening at the same time. I miss you, Jenny. If there's anything you need, I won't be far away.
One of the scenes that I never get tired to watch. It just makes me vulnerable and weak I couldn't stand but cry.
Here I am again, alone at our house, with my younger brother going back to his training. He doesn't know when hill come home again. And yet again, I'm all alone to hide my feelings. This is just one of those days again that I suddenly ponder and feel sad all over.
I hear the song on what you're probably thinking now... Looping again and again to soothe my emotions overflowing on sadness...
I'm feeling depressed right now. My chest feels really tight that I can't breathe. And I know what to do, when I feel like crying. I just have to let my tears fall this night. For I will not feel happy afterwards if I don't feel crying again.
~Derrick
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