“So, um … where did your house go?”
“That’s a fantastic question”
Prompt from JSW writing prompt #65
I lost my first apartment that I had in my adult life. It wasn’t a real house as it was a small “hole in the sky”. But it was my freedom to mental peace. I went to live with a relative and paid them a small amount for utilities. I suffered different types of abuse. The dark time lasted 2 years before I was plucked from that sinkhole and went to live in a rented apartment.
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