“I wish I could just go live with Mom!”, he said. His faint voice echoing through the walls, seeping through the smallest cracks in the door, waning through the hall until it reaches it’s destination. My ears. Faint as it was, I wasn’t supposed to hear. I did. I’ve never really been hit in the [...]
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