My Son, Possessed

Or Maybe Its Meningitis

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He was just a 12 year old little boy, and I was just a mom trying to soak up the kids with our last few days of summer.

The day was ordinary, one child being tired with a headache and wanting to take a nap.

He was 12, afterall, his siblings, 11, 13, 15, and 16 . These were the years when naptime was not only initiated by the child, but would…

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Yammering bits and some blathering. Humor is my first language, my second skin, and my hello.

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Laura Johnson

Laura Johnson

Yammering bits and some blathering. Humor is my first language, my second skin, and my hello.

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