Blame my sister. She tracked me down, after all these years. I don't know how she did it. She gave me this little computer, a net-book, so I could keep in touch with family. Free wireless, apparently, at many fast food restaurants and hotels. I can keep it charged up relatively easily. They just want to know I'm alive and well. My aunt and uncle, cousins, nephews, etc. My parents. I can't talk about them yet.
There are other reasons, as well. They want to understand. They can't understand. Nobody can. Those fucking trees.
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