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She left me with nothing but two torn pages scrawled softly with her sweet, subtle white lies about him. — ©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo credit: Ronny Garcia Moron In response to Mindlovemisery Menagerie: Photo Challenge #124
I’m back home to cook lunch when I heard my girls’ delighted squeals. I missed hearing them. I never thought I’ll hear their warm giggles again after their dad left us, for no known reason. There’s no farewell nor goodbye. He just stopped coming home. I quietly went up to sneak a peak and was… Continue reading Homecoming
