Trying to Accept Change
Two thousand, nine hundred and two miles away from home. Two thousand, nine hundred and two miles away from homemade dinners, soothing hugs, comforting cuddles, safe neighborhoods...
Two thousand, nine hundred and two miles away from home. Two thousand, nine hundred and two miles away from homemade dinners, soothing hugs, comforting cuddles, safe neighborhoods...
It was the third time that day I had caught my younger brother waltzing around the house with his pants hanging halfway down his backside. I was fed up with continually telling him to pull them up...