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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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