When my bigs were younger, we kept a journal, back and forth. I’d write them a letter, slip it under their pillow, and then a day or a few weeks later I’d find the journal sitting on my nightstand or wedged in between the couch pillows of the chair where I would sit each morning.
It sometimes felt easier to communicate my deeper thoughts toward them in w…
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