The terrain out here tends to be uncertain.

Specially when you don't know where you're going.

It was never good enough.

I still remember struggling against that current.

Reaching out.

Calling out for you.

You never came.

There I was,

struggling

to save every last breath.

And all I can think about is:

"why my father never even tried

"to save me?"

Now, I know.

Max,

You never fell

into the stream.

Sometimes

we remember the things the way we want to remember them.

I...