Tonight as I sat across from an incredibly angry 15 year old boy, listening to him curse and swear and call me a bitch and get all up in my business before finally being kicked out, I just kept picturing the scene above: the view from the front porch of the floating cabin belonging to Adam’s family.

And as I tuned him out and pictured this, I just kept repeating to myself, “Three more weeks. Three. More. Weeks.”

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