My 15-year-old son hugged me yesterday
My teenage daughter begged me for a bedtime story
My husband and I started sleeping in the same room
I've lost my racist grandmother's ashes and my tax reports
the dress that made me look fat
I have no dishes to clean or dinners to cook
My husband doesn't interrupt our meals by yelling at the tv
I don't worry if my daughter is texting naked pictures to her boyfriend
Or fight with my son about doing his homework
My nightmares have all been washed away
by an enormous lake of dirty water
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This conveys a very strong feeling of shellshocked trauma. Very good!
My sympathies to anyone for whom this is firsthand experience. :(
- #3004 Posted 1 year ago
Very very true. Family is important and keeping them alive is paramount. The other things that distracted you seem trivial in comparison. What kind of life would you want to go back to? It's the ultimate, yet tragic, restart button.
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