I gathered some clothes and some gear from the bathroom and couldn’t resist taking a look at her computer to confirm my suspicions. As I thought she...had been giving my stories awesome feedback yet unfortunately she had bagged the odd story here and there but still continued to save her comments. I took a few days worth as I thought she was being uncharacteristically optimistic about the couple of days and headed home. I tried not to bother her a lot over the next couple of days I just let her. She then got some pieces of butter chicken and red meat from hr bag and tried to insert it into my mother’s mouth but my mother was still resisting. She then held my mother’s nose with one hand and started breast smother her. My mom was gasping for air but aunt refused it. As soon as my mother opened her mouth aunty squeezed mom’s nose and cheeks with full force and inserted all the chicken pieces and meat in mom’s small mouth with full force and then again closed mom’s mouth with one hand and. I love you too.’ She closed her eyes, and for a minute I thought she would fall back asleep. ‘Ken. I left a letter in the lockbox, with what I want for … arrangements. You don’t need to look at it until… after. ‘ She sighed. ‘I left a letter for Rita Joan too, for when she is 18, so she knows her mommy loved her enough to give her life for her. I’m glad you have little Rita Joan. You have someone to love, and I have someone as a legacy.’ ‘Ken, this is very important.’ ‘I’m listening.’ ‘You not. Food will be fine, there's a lot of fruit in the jungle, and I've seen some small animals. I have Bruno's thirty eight, and my Walther. Plenty of ammo. Actually, except for the afternoon heat, it's pretty nice. Not many bugs, the river is clean and cool, and plenty of shade. Since the hurricane, the ocean has been almost still. Plenty of fish.They've asked me again and again about the time I was shot down over Indonesia, and survived for three weeks. I keep telling them I walked out, but they.