Once upon a time Charlie came home to start over.
Once upon a time Charlie had laundry and I had a plan.
Once upon a time it was a Friday in February and my day was the same as always.
Once upon a time there was a shift and a shatter.
Once upon a time there was ducking and covering and holding on tight.
Once upon a time there wasn’t enough air.
Once upon a time there was a fear so deep in my gut that I can’t believe I survived it.
Once upon a time Charlie and I had to talk each other through the rubble. And the fear. And the devastation.
Once upon a time we were each other’s distraction.
Once upon a time Charlie had stories to tell.
Once upon a time it gave me peace to listen.
Once upon a time Charlie had guilt to reconcile.
Once upon a time I made a new friend in the most unexpected way.