Wednesday, February 20, 2013

Guilt trip

This is what I have to look at while I get ready for work each day. Thatcher and Boden are boys of routine. The moment I go upstairs to start getting dressed, they follow me and hop up on the bed, where they lie quietly, watching me with sad eyes. And this is why I feel guilty leaving the house every time. Those big brown eyes, always staring...

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