The year was 1969, and the hippie vibes were in the air. Especially for young Willow. At the age of 22, she already had a three-year-old child, Aiden, and a boyfriend, Scott. When she attends her first ever day of Woodstock, things get hectic.
I never pitied anyone, because the grass wasn't greener on this side either. But the one woman I felt bad for all my life was the unknown mate of the man who is getting engaged to his pregnant girlfriend today. I could hear the music coming from the engagement party happening a few yards from where I was.
As I lay on the cold hospital bed, I didn't know if I should laugh or cry at the irony of the moon goddess's 'gift' for me.
Turns out the woman I pitied all my life was ME.
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