I remember the very day that was the last day. Each last day. The last day I knew they were gone, grown, ready to lay their own bricks, build they own lives. Yep. I remember like it was yesterday. The yesterday's of pictures I always look back on. The yesterday's of smiles, scraped knees, chicken pox and of everything in between. I kind of miss those yesterday's. I no longer live in the house that stored those beautiful memories, where each room I would sit for hours, alone, wondering where the time went, but, all the same, sometimes miss those yesterday's.
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