When News Hurts

It was a Friday night when the half moon was a freakishly strange auburn. It was set against a sky of a zillion twinkly lights. As I looked on, it seemed lonely as it was separated from the rest as if to predict a bad omen.Continue reading

When It Rains, It Pours

What would you tell someone who lost their father at an early age, was sexually abused, then saw the oldest brother literally lose his mind because of the burden placed at the age of 17 to care for his six siblings and his widowed mother? How would you encourage that same person knowing that these were just raindrops before the soon-coming life storm?
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