Hearts everywhere are hurting.
I walk my child to school each morning, down our bustling street, holding hands. Today we tested the season’s newness of our breath turning to frost, and chuckled about a funny song that was stuck in our heads. I hugged him good-bye, said I’d see him after school, then without control, I wept as he walked away.
This happened…
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