The days slide away.
They hold on
They hang on to each other as best they can. They clutch at hope like shipwrecked sailors cling to familiar fragments of their broken ship. 122 more words
Everyday when I pick the boys up from the babysitter’s house after work, we talk on the way home. It’s our time. We catch up, they tell me about their day, we laugh, make silly jokes, talk about the plan for the rest of the evening, and just enjoying reuniting after a long day apart. 867 more words