By now, my son would have reached sixteen years of age. I long to hold him. However, I cannot. Because I am stuck on this island. This is a #cryforhelp
I awake ashore, slap my thighs with misery, and cry out, "what sort of mortal country is this? is this land lawless and cruel? Or are they kind to strangers? God-fearing?" I do not expect anyone to answer, of course. Had I gotten a response, I would have shit myself