“Look back,” he said, “It’s all so different from over here. “I don’t want to look back. I don’t ever want to go back there. It was so dark and cold over there.” “You can’t forget my dear; it’s an awful thing to…forget.” “But I want to forget, why would I want to remember so much pain?” “You must learn from it,” he whispered,” It is an important part of you.” “That wasn’t a part of me. Those were the demons inside of me.” “You musn’t let the demons win my child.” “How do you kill the demons inside without killing yourself?” “Look back,” he insisted, “It was so beautiful over there.”
