The Night My Daughter-in-Law Sent Me to Sleep in the Garage

I walked down to the beach.

The sand was soft as flour beneath my feet. The water lapped at my ankles, cool and clear. I slipped off my sandals and let the sea rinse away the dust of hard years.

People say the ocean can wash away wounds. I don’t know if that’s true.

But as the waves slid around my legs and retreated, I did feel lighter.

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