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People keep telling me, Daniela, the world is moving on, you are going to be fine. This too shall pass. But I do not feel anything moving. I feel stuck. I feel like the air in Amarillo has turned into something heavy and invisible that sits on my chest every morning. I wake up and the first thought I have is the same one I had yesterday. This is the worst day of my life. And I know tomorrow will be worse than today, and today is worse than yesterday, and I do not understand how a person is supposed to live like that.
It has been four months since the explosion, but it still feels like it happened last night. The Company calls it an unpreventable industrial accident. My father calls it what it is, a catastrophe built by people who knew better. He says the free therapy sessions The Company is paying for are nothing more than a public relations stunt.
“The Company has more money than God, so the least they can do is pretend to care about the people they destroyed. The same thing goes for all the Congresspeople and Senators who made sure The Company did right by the people of Amarillo. They are all a bunch of whores whitewashing the blood on their hands.”
