Things do change, and I am aware that things change. However, the text mentions the Dallas mission, which has been inactive since February 2017. This means that this story would have taken place before that time, when the DFW mission was active.
I have been in Boston on numerous occasions between July 2013 and December 2016, during which time these events would have occurred. None of my visits were short, as they often were for weeks at a time, at least every six months or so.
I lost the rose colored glasses a long time ago, nor do I want my brother to remain here.
I did not attend the Mass recently, which was the first Mass in Dallas since February 2017, though I was halfway there when my Honda experienced some issues with the front driver control arm. I went home instead.
That blasted control arm is going to cost dearly. I wanted to go, especially to speak with Father on a few unresolved matters.
During my many stays in Boston, in which no areas were out of limits, I did not see anything remotely like what was described. There were no photos of families on the walls in any of the rooms.