He usually goes to the beach. He always does that. When things become overwhelming, that’s where he will be. I don’t know what it is, but he just loves it there! He’ll stay there till he’s ready to come back up. Sometimes he’ll talk, sometimes he won’t. That’s just the way he is. I couldn’t quite understand it at first and for what it’s worth, I still don’t. But hey, if it keeps him happy, I say, have the entire ocean if you want!
Because that’s all I’ve ever wished for him, you see. Is for him to be happy. That’s why seeing him trapped like this kills me. You gotta let me take him back. He needs the sea. He needs home.