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March 18, 2014
A cool breeze came down from the ceiling fan. It's still early in the evening, but I'm done. I can hear the sounds of kids crying and parents yelling coming from the other room. Usually, I help out, while what? Their parents go to the bathroom to get high? Not tonight. Tonight, stomach slightly upset, their world is not part of mine. I focus on my breathing, the present moment, which should soon subside to sleepiness. A nagging thought gnawed at the edges of my consciousness, am I ready for my own place again? Or will the silence break me?