No Goodbye, Just Gone
Over the years, because of my in-laws' poor health, there was never any spare money.
Darryl was already seven, yet he didn't own a single piece of clothing without patches.
The store on the military base was much bigger than the one in our village, and the fabric choices were better.
I stood there carefully picking through the cloth.
Just as I made my choice, a familiar female voice sounded beside me. "Kyson, why are you buying me moisturizing cream again? I haven't even finished the last one."
Jodie blinked shyly at the man in front of her.