orange eyed green tree frog

My favorite room is a room that doesn't have any memories of violence in it. I can walk through this entire house and describe in frightening detail the several layers of hell my family has gone through over the years, and cry just as hard as if it happened yesterday. Maybe one day I will have many favorite rooms; one to write in, one to cook in, one to sing in, one to sleep in, one to relax in, several to love in. Until that day, my favorite room is any room that doesn't make me grieve for the family that could have been; for the family that is.

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