The hits just keep on coming.
The first year is the hardest.
The second year is the saddest.
Now, for your extra special pleasure, the third year is the year of firsts for us.
The first completion of the first month of high school. The first child who turns 15. The first... You get the picture.
So, there she goes. Off to high school. Dragging my heart behind her.
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