My house is empty of guests. We have it all to ourselves. I am haunted by the silence. I strain to hear my grandchildrens' voices.I search for my son's whereabouts.I miss chatting with Jenny. I wonder if Brooke is comfortable.Bittersweet. Thanks for BEING HERE.Love,Mum
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My house is empty of guests. We have it all to ourselves. I am haunted by the silence. I strain to hear my grandchildrens' voices.
I search for my son's whereabouts.
I miss chatting with Jenny. I wonder if Brooke is comfortable.
Bittersweet. Thanks for BEING HERE.
Love,
Mum
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