Refugees

We have been housing my brother-in-law for about a week. We have been trying to convince my sister-in-law to join us, but she was, I guess, in such a bad situation that she thought she was truly stuck.

Last night about eight there was a panicked knock on the door. I opened the door to find my sister-in-law holding my nephew, my niece's cute little face peering at me from the back seat of the car, "Can we stay?"

Now we are a little group of refugees. And I think we are hiding from bad men. I will find out today.

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