To my Lisa,
Day by day I can feel my
consciousness drifting further away.

The shots given to me by the men in
white clothes made some of Mommy's
itching go away. Today they gave me
another shot saying it was “nutrition”.

When they give me the shots Mommy can
think straight, but Mommy's shocked and
sad because Mommy is unable to think of
you all the time.

Mommy's afraid. Afraid of forgetting
everything, especially the memories of
you and Daddy... What your faces look
like, how we used to be together...
They're all starting to disappear into
somewhere dark in my mind.