I sit on the porch of the orphanage, sipping my coffee, letting out a sigh as the sun casts its last golden rays over the hills, turning them orange and red, the stars beginning to twinkle above. Whew, that hits the spot. I lean back in my rocking chair, watching the stars begin to come out. Glad I was able to get all the kids to bed without a fuss. I chuckle a bit. It's like herding cats. My eyes drift closed as I sit there, the night warm.
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26/06/2025
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