When my kids were young, my primary goal was safety and joy. A happy modest life was my heart's desire. I surrounded us with the kind of magic that is Home. Staring at the spinning ceiling fan against the glittered plaster over my bed, listening to lightening rolling down the gorge, I could create havens for me and them and briefly even for another adult.. But it was the adult I failed. And now that they're adults, I can't work magic for my kids anymore either.
Life is so fucking short. Before you know it, it has "turned out" however it did, has become what it is.
Doesn't it feel like it will be over before you've had enough chances?
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