This is a sample, the story of a mother, with three boys. Middle age, actually past middle age if you look at actuarial tables, and the lives they lead. It is for our posterity, not yours. It is to remember these halcyon days. The last days that my "babies" are home, before they fly, and as they create lives of their own (hear a mother's sobs in the background, boohoohoo, boohoohoo, and yet also, exitement, a new beginning for them, and possibly, for me).
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