On the 24th, I wrote 708 words. On the 25th, I wrote 845 words. It was my deceased brother's birthday and each year it's a struggle. He would have been 44 years old. Today, I wrote 1,084 words. Little by little, it's coming together.
On the 24th, I wrote 708 words. On the 25th, I wrote 845 words. It was my deceased brother's birthday and each year it's a struggle. He would have been 44 years old. Today, I wrote 1,084 words. Little by little, it's coming together.
Monique L. Desir 