And I'm not happy about it.
I'm not ready to leave. I miss my mother, family and friends. But that's all I really miss, for real.
I don't want to leave the girls. The group went to see them yesterday, but I didn't go. Honestly, I didn't want to say goodbye to the girls - I couldn't face that.
I'm going to miss the people here. And the singing! Im definitely going to miss the nightly singing.
I'm going to miss this roof - it's always so serene up here.
Most of all, I'm going to miss the serenity here. Seems like you're closer to God here. God does come through the whisper.
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