New Home
READING AGE 18+
Clarisse is just twenty-five, not too old, but hooking up with random men wouldn’t make her feel loved. Although Raymond did, but in a different way he made her feel secured and cared and stable. Whereas Wichita, she made her feel like home, a “NEW HOME.” When she had left everything behind and ran off to this intolerant city where she lived in a tiny rented apartment in downtown of Manhattan, laboring all day and night to make it a home and yet couldn’t. Wichita came along with a home, a home in her arms the most warm and safest place on the earth.
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Wichita parked in front of a house. They drove a hundred miles from New York. The house proudly stood between the little shrubs and patches of green grass. The compound wall was easy to climb, it was merely a fence. From the looks of the house, it couldn’t be more than a two-bedroom property.
The mailbox read ‘The Holts.’ It was a sunny……
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