How do I write with a broken heart,
when all I really want to do is sit and cry
and let this sadness wash over me. 201 more words
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Last month, my sixteen-year-old son and I were housesitting for my childhood best friend in Northern California.
Even though she and I had only recently reunited after many years apart, she trusted me enough to let my son and I stay in her home while she, her husband, and two kids were away on vacation. 463 more words