Sons of God
It is Tuesday night, all is finally quiet. My two-year-old son is asleep. I silently go down the staircase, cautious the squeaky steps will not wake him. After fourteen long steps, I make it downstairs, sit, recline my legs on a dark brown ottoman and take a deep sigh. In front of me a changing table neatly dressed with wipes, diapers, towels and newborn clothes. The room looks pristine,...
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