Photo by Karolina Grabowska from Pexels (I became belatedly aware that this did not post on Sunday and therefore I am posting it now.) When I was 13, the night before Easter Sunday, I woke up with a bloody nose. In my family, it’s normal to sort of deal with your own problems. So, I didn’t bother waking …
Georgiana had a dream about her brother and wakes up to the sound of the countryside. It’s peaceful. It’s foreign but somehow, this was ‘home’ for now.
