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“Are you there, God it’s me…” the words left my mouth sounding desperate, but I guess I was, “I know I’ve never reached out to you before, but I need some sort of closure,” my words fell short. I’d stopped believing in any sort of religion, no matter how many times my parents had dragged me to church on a Sunday. Growing up, I believed religion was a way for people to turn a blind eye to their misfortunes. As if they needed a reason to think life had better plans if they just believed in someone stronger than they were, then the almighty wou...
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The dryer beeps, letting me know the clothes are ready to be folded. It’s nearly nine at night and the house is silent. Unlike its normal state of chaos with the children destroying the façade of a tidy home. In this moment the silence is intoxicating but in the best of ways. I tip toe past my daughter’s room, afraid a single echo from a creaky floorboard might wake her. She never hears me when I’m shouting for her to wake up from across the hall, but she’d stir awake at the sudden flick of a light switch or click of a closing door several r...
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