The Glimmering Windows: Son and Father

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The Son I tossed around in the bed. It was past midnight, and my mind started to wander. My ten-year-old mind could not digest the strict sleep schedule that my mother was imposing on me on a weekend. My father was the enforcement, and my mother was the legislature. Laws were meant to be broken… Continue reading The Glimmering Windows: Son and Father

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