Friday. Move-in day. The youngest goes off to college. A mother goes home and weeps. Friday. A freshman is born. A mother learns to let go, yet again. A few questions I won't get to ask for awhile: Who's driving? What party? Where is it? When will you be back? Why do you need to stay out that late? How come you didn't tell me about this sooner?
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