Gay & Lesbian

A Boy Called Q

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Jackie The tears had run dry. The months of torture, grief – pain that was so deep – she ceased to function as a woman and a mother. She ached every day over the loss of her son, Eric. She did stop crying – eventually – but then only to spend countless hours staring into space; often pulling out her most treasured photo of him and remembering what a wonderful boy he was. 19, so young, it had become her mantra. When her best friend told her she needed something to do, other than what she couldn't change, she was adamant that she couldn't; that she herself might need a way out. Then Debbie ins...

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