The truth is, I have very little to give these days. To friends it’s almost impossible. And yet I pursued her knowing it would stretch me so thin; my ability to reciprocate so non existent that I’d swim in guilt. So many kids. Jobs. Houses to sell. Everyone wanting some sort of nourishment from my bones. I am a three day simmered broth to be sipped on by all. Diluted. Selfishly I didn’t care. I crawl to her when I can. She knows what I am and doesn’t try to change me. And on this day, she invited us all into her haven. Into her family.

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