It’s all just a little bit of history repeating
Something that comes up from time to time is RJ’s previous life. It almost always starts out with, “When I was a little kid…” and describes a time “before he came to live with our family.” Apparently he lived only with his grandma, because everyone else in the family died. Today, I discovered a little more…
(over breakfast)
RJ: When I was a little kid… I got stabbed.
Dad: Stabbed? You mean before you came to live with us?
RJ: Yeah. When I was living with my grandma… in Malaysia.
Dad: Malaysia? Okay… How did it happen?
RJ: I was playing with a pen and I stabbed my knee. I still have a little sore on my knee from it. See?
Dad: And that’s also why there’s ink all over your knee right now?
RJ: Yeah.
Dad: Strange that I’ve never noticed that before.
RJ: Yeah.
