Deeply thinking about the wondrous possibilities that have yet to become true, and yet will probably never be. Sad tears of yearning fill my eyes as I silently sit in the shade beneath a tree, peering down the hill of sugar house park watching children play and chase one another around. My heart stops beating for a moment and then I gasp another few sobs following. My childhood was never like that I hid behind my chain smoking mother as she attempted some words of comfort on my terrifying and lonely first day of kindergarten. That was a sad day of realization; that I would never, not be alone.
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