Eight Days

“Is my suit ready for tomorrow?” There was a sense of urgency tainted with a little hesitation that accompanied my son’s question. It was late. I wasn’t planning to do any more laundry. He had been thinking this through in his head, rehearsing how the mornings would unfold, likely since the day he learned ofContinue reading “Eight Days”

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