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Our son's bike tire got a flat. I wanted to get the pump, which was always lying around in the garage. I never go in there. It's not my area of expertise. But that day, I went.
And then, as I opened the door… a shiver ran through me.
His tent. His boots. His headlamp. His sleeping bag. Everything was there. Perfectly stored. Covered with a white sheet. Untouched.
I stood there for a few seconds staring at this scene. A strange emptiness in my stomach...
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