Luke Davies

Do you know how much I love you? If you could take all the words in the language, it still wouldn't describe how much I love you. And if you could gather all those words together, it still wouldn't describe what I feel for you. What I feel for you is everything. I love you more than everything.

He will sometimes send you funny emails. He prefers spaghetti over penne. Have you seen my son? Have you seen my beautiful boy? Tell him I miss him.

My son is out there somewhere, and I don't know what he's doing! I don't know how to help him!

There are moments that I look at him, this kid that I raised, who I thought I knew inside and out, and I wonder who he is. He's been doing all sorts of drugs, but he's addicted to crystal meth, which seems, uh, to be the worst of all of them. And I guess I'm here because I just want to know all that I can about all of it. Know your enemies, right? So, my two big questions are, what is it doing to him, and what can I do to help him?

You can not say dumb shit like that, or you're gonna start believing it.

The Feeling of Alienated and Isolated. It will pass... Right?

See all those words printed in a line one after the other? Put 'em all together and you have a story.

"And within moments the entire wedding congregation was digging. Finally, poor Alfred Blackstone was pulled from the earth very much alive."

And from his widow Blackstone's embrace, Alfred turned to the groom and said, and I quote, "Feller, when you get in that church and she says 'Till death us do part'... don't you believe a word of it!"

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. It's good to be back with you all here in Wichita Falls. My name is Captain Jefferson Kyle Kidd, and I'm here tonight to bring you news from across this great world of ours. Now, I know how life is in these parts, working a trade sunup to sundown. No time for reading newspapers. Am I correct?

Let me do that work for you. And maybe, just for tonight, we can escape our troubles, and hear the great changes that are happening out there. Starting local, then. Our own Houston Telegraph from the first of February, this news. "The meningitis epidemic continues to spread without prejudice across the Panhandle and North Texas region. So far, it has claimed ninety-seven souls in just a two-month period."

The News. I read the news for anyone with 10 cents in his time to hear it.

See all these words printed in a line one after the other? Put'em all together and you have a story.

I'm sorry you couldn't have your own kids.

We… we… weren't blank pages, were we? Like your own would have been. You weren't just adopting us but our past as well. I feel like we're killing you.

Do you have any idea what it's like knowing my real brother and mother spent every day of their lives looking for me? Huh? How every day my real brother screams my name? Can you imagine the pain they must be in not knowing where I am?

Hi, mum. I know you will be sound asleep. I just want to say that I'm safe. Safe and all the questions have been answered. There are no more deadends. I found my mother, and... she thanks you both for raising me. She understands that you are my family. She's... happy, just knowing I'm alive. I found her, but that doesn't change who you are. I love you, mom... so much. And you, Dad. And Mantosh. Saroo.

Please, could you not do anything while I'm away to make mum more unhappy than you already do?