I just looked around Jr.'s room. The layout of her room and the number of books. There are novels, pocketbooks, inspirational/motivational, poems, and more.

I also noticed a shelf that was mostly just notebooks there.

I took one then smiled. I thought about what these books are. These are his own works. I took another, and I saw that it was also his work. Then I realized that almost everything on this shelf is Jr.’s work. I was amazed because I didn't think he had written so much. If you count it is not down to thirty.

I was secretly saddened by what I saw. I remember those times when...