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NeaGroaning as I roll over, I try to hide h theSunday e around the apartment, eat junk food, and just be a slob It’s the one decadence I’ve given myself

After my mother passed away, I drove myself into a depression so dark and so scary I almost admitted myself to an institution Phoebe was the one to pull ht; my mother wouldn’t have wanted me to close myself off, to hurt myself because I was sad

My ht that fucker called cancer for months, and even in the end—when she knew her time was up—she didn’t waver

Thinking about her alwayshow she’d always kno to cheerboth mother and father

I was nine when my father walked out At the time, I didn’t knohat had happened I waited for hi day at work or from a holiday he decided to take, but it never happened After I’d turned fourteen, I finally had enough and forced my mother to tell me what happened

The asshole up and left to live with another wo me Even if he did, I would have inforet a restraining order I didn’t hate hi myself from the pain

The heartache of losing so can prepare you for that kind of agony It started with , when I turned sixteen, had been the same

Men are creatures of habit They surge into your life like a hot summer breeze, whip you around in their stor you just a shell of what they found

That’s why I’ve vowed off the row old with fifty cats, then so be it, but I’ll never allow ain

I need to focus on ht hoe my life New Orleans has always been onmore than a pipe dream since my foster family lived nowhere near there

They were good toI needed to further my studies, and when they surprised rateful to the me in

My foster mother used to tell me I was a miracle Even at sixteen, which is normally older than most people would adopt, they took one look atA drunk driver, who sped off after knocking her off her bike, was never found

When the opportunity caot ree, I juallery in one of the iven s to be coet home, I can pay my oay

Opening my laptop, I click on the browser and immediately type Elliot plantation house Not far down the search results, a five-star rating grabs my attentionOwned and operated by the Elliot family for more than thirty-five years, this picturesque property is in a league of its own The gardens are filled with some of the finest botanicals and a small maze to keep the little ones busy

Mr Elliot says of his home: “This will one day be my son’s Julian will take over and make me proud All my hard work, all the time and effort I’ve put in, is for him When I lost my wife, Julian’s iven on this earth, and thatAnd here I am”

If you’re in NOLA at any time of the year, this is one place you wouldn’t want to pass by Rated five stars by our critic on both quality and serviceMy heart goes out to Julian Elliot in thathis mother and then his dad Granted, my father is alive and well so I’d never wish on anyone Perhaps I was right Maybe he’s hurting I knohen Mom died, all I wanted to do was hide To lock ain