I knew in the back of my mind that Casimir’s family situation was a bit worse than mine.He hadn’t been shown nearly as much love as me.I secretly believed that if it weren’t for having a mother in the first four years of his life,Casimir wouldn’t be alive.His heart would become hallow with emptiness and anguish.Perhaps the same thing was happening anyways,only slower.In the end,the same thing would result.I shivered whenever I thought about it.I dare say that Casimir dying would be almost as terrible as if my father died.I couldn’t stand either thought.So I did as Dad told me, and focused on the happy aspects of life.I recalled how my heart skipped a beat whenever Casimir told me that I was keeping him alive;truly alive.I wanted to marry him,yet I was afraid that one of us might die too soon,or that he would go into a deathly panic if we had a preemie.I wanted to hold him and kiss him until we were both blue in the face. But Casimir might pass out before then, I speculated.