Without this flock, I would be worthless. Without the people in this flock, I'd be empty. Without the people who started this flock, I'd be dead.

It’s alright, kiddo. I’ll love you no matter how you are. No matter if you are gifted or not, your mother and I will love you all the way to the end of forever...

Either way, one should love their children, shouldn’t they? After all, children are only duplicates of your own genes. What did these children ever ask for? They wanted love, family, and support. But WE kicked them out onto streets like animals just because WE, as adults, were scared of a situation WE weren’t used to.

Don't make excuses. They're pointless.

Every second of everyday I still love them, and I won’t believe they are dead until I see it for myself.

I may be a homeless, old man, but that doesn’t make me worthless.

The feeling of death is not as peaceful as they make it sound in movies and books. It was frightening and empty...I never want to feel it again.

Differences disappear when faced with death.

The number of people that reside on our side will be the determination for a good result. Or a terrible one.

I don’t say goodbye unless I think it’s final.