Prodigals break our hearts. One day, they grin toothlessly at the camera as they hold up the cake celebrating their 10th birthday, and it seems like the next when they peer at you confusedly with blue lips and skin as their body tries to process the poison of fentanyl. When you care about the prodigal,Continue reading “Kindness Came Looking”
Sarah Dixon Young 
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