Two Thomians. Dad.
I was never aware of this life, despite being Thomian for 6, 7 years: the boys who cross the river everyday for school, and who cross back again afterwards. How does it feel attending St Thom like this? Studying like this? And what does your father do, to be able to hold your hand and bring you back home, every afternoon, everyday? I see, but I don't see: I know that now.
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