There's a wall in my basement coffee/dessert bar adorned by these images. Each one represents a family member by their favourite sweet.
The lineup is by age, oldest to youngest. My son doesn't know about the wall of sweets; he's never seen it.
He hasn't seen the renovated kitchen, the rose garden, or the back deck.
And we haven't seen him.
Not since 2012 when he estranged himself from us.
I miss him.
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| My husband |
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| Me |
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| My son |
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| My daughter |
