The house that had once been the site of so many happy times felt like a prison cell. I had fought hard to keep it during the divorce, hoping it would give my kids a sense of “normalcy.” It was on a large corner lot and had a finished basement—the perfect place for family or neighborhood gatherings.
With my daughter now at college and my son at his father’s house, it had become a place full of nothing but memories. I remembered the kids...
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