Tuesday, August 27, 2019

The Very First Last Class of My Senior Year


Today, I wrote a note to my mother; something I have not done in a long time. She always sends me letters, and cards through the mail for holidays, or just when she misses me. But I never return the favor. In this class, I was shown old images of my family home that I grew up in, and it brought to the surface, feelings of the past, as if I were still living in that house. It made me think differently; about my past, about my family, about where I am now, and how much I have grown. I miss that time in my life: When everything was simple.

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