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The Letter
When I was 12 years old, my dad wrote me a letter. He mailed it to my mom's, which felt more like a house than a home at the time. It was a house that provided a roof over my head, but it lacked the love and laughter my dad's 600-square-foot apartment lent for 48-hour periods once every other week. Those weekends were my saving grace during the painful adolescent navigation of divorced parent dynamics.
By Jordan Quinten4 years ago in Confessions
Draft Deleting? Don't Do It!
Today, I had a little time. I decided that I would have a look at the drafts that I have on Vocal. This is part of a long-term wish to have everything I've written on paper rather than virtually. I've not looked at them for weeks and something drew me to them, just to browse and see what was there.
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