how could a man walk away from twenty years of his life?
twenty years spent with momma.
twenty years spent in this house with this stove and this couch?
how could a man walk away from his creation?
twelve years with something, someone, he created.
how could he walk away from all he's ever known?
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Short Storythere's something especially heartbreaking about watching your daddy leave. there's something oh so ruining about watching your momma cry.
