Home. The destination I aim for everyday after work. My family inside awaiting my arrival, planning dinner, their voices echoing off of the kitchen walls, and baby squeals travelling to meet me at the door. A sweet welcome. Until I see the mark. The dental records from another chid left in my baby’s arm. I…
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This place? It sucks. They told me I would only have to be here for 30 days. I’ve been here for 63. I do what they tell me because I want to leave. Wake up on time, shower in a bathroom that I share with people I barely know or trust, and eat breakfast. Food…
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