I hate being seperated from my family.
A few days ago, Michael went back to our home to take care of some things.
That first night was so sad. Sam was at the hospital, I was at my sister in-laws,
And Michael and the kids were at our home a few hours away.
None of us could stand being apart, so Michael did what he needed to do at home,
And then he packed up and drove back to the hospital.
Although we still aren't completely together, we are at least in the same town.
I'll take that for now!
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