Day Twenty Five: Tough Times.

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Dear anonymous,

I've been hearing a lot about you lately, you walk on the highways with your two children. You walk on a highway. With children. If that isn't having the toughest time of your life, I don't know what is. I haven't yet seen you myself as I use that highway a lot but that's a good thing. Anytime I don't see you there, it means you're safe somewhere else.

You've built yourself quite the name around my town and other surrounding towns where you walk past. Some say that you're a con artist who preys on the good will of others. They say that they once gave you a ride but you forced them into giving you money; whenever they denied your request, your husband would come out of nowhere and rob them somehow. I don't know whether this is true. Whatever the truth is, no one should have to ever walk on highways, scorching under a 37 degree Celsius temperature and inhaling polluted air. Not even criminals.

Take care of yourself, whatever you're really up to. Take care of your children wherever you're dragging them to. The highway is no place for people. 


Sincerely,

A stranger.

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