How shattered he was that something like this could have happened under his own roof when he had tried to protect me from the world since I was born. How he was the one who let this person into the house and the guilt he felt about it. How much he loved me more than anybody, and how much he prayed for God’s guidance on how he could take my pain away. How he said if something bad ever happened to me, a bit of him would die inside, and that was how he felt when he heard what happened. How he couldn’t say anything to me when he found out, because he just didn’t know-how.
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