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Punkin and Friends

I was very emotional. Though I admitted myself to the hospital the night before, leaving it to head home hit me very deeply.

Things happen, life is not static. Just 'cause we were in paradise. Punkin' was five, maybe six. Her mommy was a pretty as ever. But I was worried. And her mom and dad were not communicating when it was important. Duh.

Frozen in fear for my family was my excuse. The people I had valued most were at risk. I could  not reconcile the conflicting feelings seeming to tear my soul apart. Some old feeling ... but the stakes were much higher.

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