I was walking down the hallway past the open door to the bathroom when I saw Miles sitting on the toilet, with a particularly strained expression. He noticed me and said, "It's okay, Mom. I'm okay. I just need to get this sorted out."
On our flight home from Rome, we hit some turbulence — the borderline scary
kind that turns your stomach and elicits the occasional gasp. I am a pretty
sea...
8 hours ago
2 comments:
We've all been there
Wow.
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