How is this possible?
The redemption I’m getting. After living a past of misleading love, trust, and deceit.
There is a way to be good again.
A way…
to be good…
again.
But how? After all that’s been done.
Well, we had a childhood where other boys could envy us.
Me and him. Together a team that would show the world that there’s no monster in the lake.
We are -- were -- Amir and Hassan.
The Sultans of kabul.
The world’s greatest explorers and adventurers.
The greatest kite-fighters around.
Then that day…
O God that one day. How it all changed forever.
Four boys… really five.
And a blue kite.
The dark blood seeping into white snow.
Evil seeping into virtuous good.
Oh how everything changed.
I became a thief
to his life.
So how is this possible?
After all those years of being apart.
And he’s my brother!?
A brother that has a son?!
O God this life of mine.
How I was a thief to his life, pride, trust, and freedom.
O God is there really redemption for me? After all I’ve done?
They say blood is a powerful thing.
Oh how it’s a powerful thing!
From watching the unforgettable to the reality of brotherhood.
It is a powerful thing.
There is redemption.
Saving the life of my nephew from a thief.
The thief that took my brother’s identity… that one day.
There is a way to be good again.
A way…
to be good…
again.
There is a way.
—This poem was about the character Amir from the Kite Runner—
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