My Daughter is Home and That’s Not Where She’s Supposed to Be

The wind was chill through the kitchen windows. I was cold but, didn’t move to close them. “Soon it will be too cold to have these open,” I said to myself, and I wanted the fresh air for as long as possible.  Suddenly, standing there contemplating the gray October morning it was as if time had…

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