High: My HME come to visit me.
“Mama’s havin a sleepover.”
Driving around catching up, choosing fish at the market, sampling cheese.
Pajamas on the porch. Aperol spritzers. Orange slice candies. Talking into the wee hours. Laughing and crying over the stuff of life. Open windows, cool breezes. Sleep came easy and fast.
Morning coffee. Crazy hair.
Twenty-one years of some version of that.
All high, no low.
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