When the Dream Dies
“Oh, where is my hairbrush, oh where is my hairbrush, oh where, oh where, oh where ….” Like 60 million…
“Oh, where is my hairbrush, oh where is my hairbrush, oh where, oh where, oh where ….” Like 60 million…
Letting go of kids exposes a raw place in my soul, and an unyielding lump in my throat. I cried…
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