We shopped, we drove through the hills, dipped our toes in the ocean, got a flat tire, fixed a flat tire and spent our last night back in Vegas where my daughter was getting drunk on the lights and novelty of the strip.
I was counting the days down until I visited my father, it meant I got to leave again and be away from the neighbourhood. I hoped that by the time we arrived home someone would have turned off the porch light down the street...I sit at my back table, typing, looking out my windows and that damn light glows as a reminder.
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