Where We Grow [09/18/2015]

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Anastasia would be at home, from the school bus, in an hour, or so.  And than we would go home.  The home we can go back to now is a very complicated home.

So, we can go to a Blue Slide Park and call it home.  It’s a very good place where we did things before, snacks of apples and chips, slid down, pretended to hide and than we seek-ed.

She is 12 years old now, scorchingly honest, shy, pin-sharp, unflinching.  With very few friends (very well defined relations as of how and who can be a friend though)   And she will always do right to those few.  So we went for a dinner.

I can grow from that conversation.