So I am adopted, but my grandmother used to have a this dog called Billy. I loved him. I loved her. I drew Billy when I was eleven. When I was eighteen went to university and we lost touch.
Maybe because I am adopted. Yet I found my old sketchbook recently because I moved house. It had the drawing I had drawn of Billy in and it feels so distant, its strange how much I miss them.
So much in life has happened. I can never go back to that moment. Yet this helped me to reflect upon and resolve my feelings. Even though it was just the redrawing of a sketch I did as a child.
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