letters from the end consumer
the truth as I know it
Wednesday, August 8, 2012
On the move
Have moved around so much this summer, we're all confused.
The other night, Joel stumbled into our bedroom at night.
Joel: Mom, I had a bad dream. Where am I? Where are we?
Me: I don't know, honey, but come here.
Not much help, this mother .
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