It Was the Best of Times, It Was the Worst of Times

We ate at the church soup kitchen

Remembering the last time the family had gathered for a three-course meal

We went back to the mobile home

On the grounds of the house we had had to rent out

All of our gifts were homemade

We cried as exchanging gifts took 15 minutes instead of the hours it used to take.

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About lana1967

I'm a Southern girl at heart who wants to build a community of people who believe they can change the world with words like "love" and "freedom" when they become more than words, but actions in our work and our daily lives.
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