Chapter 5: Connection

The truth is we are all alone.

Linden Melvin
Nov 4 · 6 min read
From Pixabay

My mother was never the same after my father died. I guess I was never the same, either. I would sit in my room for hours by myself, just listening to the sound of the wind blowing through the curtains. I didn’t make my bed in the morning. I preferred to leave my mess for the world to see. I stopped eating, except for the pills. My mother tried to make me sit with her at the…

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