In Cold Blood Dialectical Journal

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of face. Mouth mostly open, he tossed and turned. The face showing, even whilst asleep he was far from well. Ashen white skin with reddish blemishing marred a face so young, so innocent. 'Well they know what they are doing' Michael consoled. ' It will take time no doubt'.
'I know, I know, but the waiting is terrible. I get the same answers whenever I ask the nurse 'You'll know as soon as they do... I never see a Doctor or who's in charge'.
Small talk interrupted via Raymond waking and wanting feeding. Michael excused himself... Besides needing badly the use of the toilet.
Back at bedside he anxiously waited, like Rose, to see if he brought any milk up. He did. Rose had gone into a force feeding mode. Hoping, forlornly, the more she fed the more that would stay down. Of course this wasn't a solution to the problem. Certainly not in the long term! Besides it seemed only to heighten the amount of milk Raymond brought up. Probably made him worse. Michael informed Rose he'd sent messages to Roger, though he didn't know what if anything had come of it. He'd …show more content…

He knew in that instant that was one hell of a tall and erroneous promise. One never likely to be met or fulfilled to say the least. Here now, after 4 years, though much had been done rebuilding, clearing away the rubble, there was still a colossal mountain to climb. What was the figures? A million and half made homeless in them very long 3 months of bombings alone. The damage done to existing homes and building ... The amount not now safe, or so damaged waiting to be demolished ... No! he sighed heavily, unless buying, which was a dream amongst the heavens, there was no way that he and his family would ever be rehoused back in London. He resolved never to voice this opinion to Rose, for it would break her heart. It was one of the main stays that had helped her strive and go through those harsh and tormenting years at

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