I am sitting on my bed listening to Bee play with my childhood collection of "little people" in the next room. Outside my window, November wind is lashing at the trees. I can hear the rain rattling in the downspout.
Downstairs, my parents are getting ready for work. I could be ten years old again, if it weren't for this baby I am carrying and my sweet daughter who wants me to come and play with her.
It is so good to be home.
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