My Boys Think We’re Camping—But They Don’t Know We’re Homeless
They’re still asleep right now. All three of them, piled together under that thin blue blanket like it’s the coziest thing in the world. I watch their chests rise and fall and pretend—for just a second—that this is a vacation. We pitched the tent behind a rest stop just past the county line. Technically not…
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