I was now devastated. The room was dark and a single candle burned
on the bedside table. I fell on my knees in front of the candle and
began to pray. I held the prayer necklace my father had given me on
my final visit to Kent. I confessed all my sins and thoughtless ways
and I confessed that I loved him and he did not deserve me and that he should
live and I should die. Then I cried and cried on his chest.
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