Strong – like Water

Sitting back down, I absent-mindedly start scrolling through emails and find myself clicking on a link to a blog for grieving mothers. Before long, I am wrapped up in reading. Some of the entries intrigue me, some make me cry, others make me laugh, others bring on anger.


Where’s Your Sister?

“Where’s your sister?”

The question came up less and less as the sight of me leaving our house alone grew more common. When someone did ask, my answer was always the same. “She’s a runaway.” A runaway. Not, “She ran away,” which would be a single action, a verb that could be set in reverse.

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