This notepad picks up in the middle of a story. I have not yet determined which pad or typed memoir is precedes it. This has become a bit of a puzzle for me. He's filled several pads with the same story, and has also typed them. It's incredible how much time he spent refining these threads of memories. This particular snapshot is filled with moments of heartache and resilience.
"....acting like a human." Sorry for the cutoff.
"...aunts owned it,..."