August 18th, Friday.
This time, the caregiver does not make a right turn into the lonely road where the dogs once danced around with meat in their mouths and gallivanted freely.
In our revisits to the area, our hernia girl is still missing.
Her children lay in the heat of the austere afternoon sun, half pining for her return, a good part of their heart dead with the reality that their mom is gone forever.
She seemed to have inexplicably disappeared into thin air.
Where is our hernia girl, may I ask?
Where?!
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