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June 1, 2017
My lifestyle must have seemed impossibly glamorous to the young man who ran past my kitchen window to retrieve his ball. I watched him as he paused for a moment to admire the billowing cloud of steam as I strained the spaghetti into the sink.

"It'll be years before I'm allowed to do something so grown-up and exciting," he no doubt thought.

With a heavy heart, wishing he could stay a bit longer to see how I would sauce the pasta ("that he bought with his own money!") he picked up his ball and returned to his shouting friends.