Only 60 more days to go. I have faith that he won't get discharged.
On top of that, today is my nephew's 18th Birthday! I remember those Saturday nights when my mother and I would go over to my sister's and play dominoes, or pick on him, fight with him, goof around, and watch him pig out like a normal teenager. God, I miss that!
From cyberspace, I am sending deep love and good vibes and wishes to my nephew. The little baby I saw come home from the hospital as a nine and a half pound baby, twenty-three inches. And now look at him, with more responsibility than me and I am creeping through my late 20's.

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