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Monthly Archives: August 2017

My son is at my parent house. Today marked one week without him. As you can guess, it felt so quiet without his silly act and contagious laugh. Each time I called him, he asks why did I leave him there. He is angry. 

Little does he knows, that I want him to have a decent break from this big city innuendo. He still has three weeks living without the hassle. It feels like a lifetime for me. And I’m trying to be brave just like he does. One at a time. 

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