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Still Standing

He broke us. Literally broke us. broken as we were, what choice did we have but to put one foot in front of the other and just forge ahead. The months that followed were beyond heartbreaking. Selling our home, the only one Izzy had ever known. Then moving into an illegal apartment above my flower shop. I had literally built us a living space from scratch, complete with a full bathroom, kitchen and a tiny bedroom for Izzy that, despite it's size, resembled a magical fairyland.

I decline to go into detail regarding our forced departure, however, everything always finds a way of working itself out in the end. So we found the most perfect little house on Moseley Ave. Absolutely insanely more than we should or could spend but my daughter needed and deserved a home. I was determined to create a sanctuary for her in which she could be proud to invite friends, feel like she wasn't sacrificing and, most of all, be able to heal..


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