It was a quiet Saturday afternoon in our small town, the kind of day when the air...
It was a warm spring afternoon, the kind where sunlight streams through the windows of the chapel...
It was one of those slow, quiet afternoons in the city, the hours between the chaotic lunch...
It was a rainy April morning when my life changed forever. I was in the hospital, exhausted...
It was a crisp autumn afternoon, the kind where the sun hangs low in the sky, painting...
It was one of those afternoons when the city seemed to breathe a little too fast. Cars...
When I first met Liam, he was only six years old. Small for his age, with dark,...
The morning route was usually quiet. Same streets, same stops, same faces half-asleep behind fogged windows. Mark...
He was seven years old when the social worker brought him to my small house on a...
The girl who refilled water glasses before they were empty, memorized complicated orders, and smiled even when...
