Lauren’s

Lauren and I met about eight years ago when I was living in California. She was my next-door neighbour and I remember having to introduce myself one sunny day in March because my son Zayd had kicked a ball over the fence into her yard so I went over to politely ask if she could throw it back. That was the day she told me her devastating news. Standing at the front door, she apologized for not having come over to introduce herself earlier. She matter-of-factly explained that her husband, David, … [Read more...]


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