To My Freshman Son, Why Aren’t You Happy To Be Home?

Months, weeks, days, minutes. It felt like another birth. My stomach even clenched with anticipation. I couldn’t wait for you to arrive. And then you did. You greeted the dogs first. You met our new puppy, Auggie. I stood. I watched. I waited. You finally strode toward me. I hugged you with such intensity. One…

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