Senior Year: I Would Never Have Believed I Would Be Okay With This

“Can you send Skippy upstairs? I have to have my face camera on for Government and I want them to see him,” my 17-year-old daughter texts me from her makeshift classroom in her bedroom. I lure the dog with a Milkbone up the stairs and he happily jumps into his awaiting girl’s arms, eats his…

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