by FarfallaI watch my son sparring with the testing computer, decoding himself once again. It reminds me of what I went through watching him grow up, but this time, he's had to compress dozens of years of learning into three months.
How Do *I* Feel?
He's reliving the pain of his childhood. So am I.
I pity him, and I pity another man here who's hurting just as badly. Jim doesn't deserve this. He tries to look hopeful, but he doesn't fool me.
I can't bear to think of what he's going through. The idea of even one day without Sarek's love makes me weak.