First year out
I kept the bus schedule from the week I got out. Not as a reminder. As proof I learned a city again.
Kept quietly
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Third year
My daughter asked what I do now. I said I cook. She said, 'you always cooked.' She was right, and it still counted.
Somewhere in the middle
The hardest part was not the record. It was learning how to sit in a quiet room without waiting for the door.
Later than I planned
I stopped counting how far behind I was and started counting Tuesdays I did not waste.
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