It was pouring, the old swing was soaked but I sat on it any way. I was surprised it was still here, my father was going to take it down the day I left. So much had changed over the course of six years. And now I was back, but no one was left to greet me. The silence was deafening, there was no sign of life. What had happened when I was gone? 5 years earlier...
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