Getting away really was the medicine I needed. I went to my friend's home ( Cassie) for a night, even though it was an hour drive, in the country, once there everything else pale in comparison. To sit with long time friends, to eat, drink and relax was really nice.
Her kids call me auntie ( they are very white and I am not) they run to hug and kiss me. They don't see color, they don't care if I am divorced, they still love me for who I am and that's such a great feeling.
I like getting away, I must do this often even if it means flying.
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Kids seldom see color, they have to be taught that by their parents. Some are lucky enough to skip that lesson...
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