Rest up. Love you. I need to search. Really dig deep. I’m missing Varena. Missing how my uncle and varena and my sister and brother and me used to have fun before I knew all this stuff. Missing my home I had. But it hurt. I know. But it was my space to make and create. Missing my time at school. My time when the kids were so young. And all we did was be together. And we didn’t have to be anyplace. We could go chase storms. I know nostalgia has a way of making it all seem so perfect. But there are those things that are so hard to not hold onto.


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