Jan 15
2 min read
Hidden Meadows
Lightning flashes across the windows, followed shortly by the crash of thunder.
It was the only other thing louder than the scream and cry of the baby.
My brother has pretty much screamed since the day he was born. My poor stepmom. She was walking him up and down the hall, begging him to go to sleep. This was a nightly occurrence since they brought him home.
