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Twenty years ago when I said to my husband, “Let’s have a baby!” and he said, “You mean, let’s have a teenager?” I thought he was joking. Advertisements
Since my daughter moved out, I’ve been “working like a dog.” Barking. Whining. Licking the floor. Pissing on the neighbours’ lawns. Why did I let our dog Nellie move out too?
A strange silence seeped into the house after my daughter moved out. How I missed the pitter-patter of her “THUD THUD” footsteps late at night.