💔💔💔 Synchronicity. It has been a hard day, walking back into my childhood—one last time before the house I lived in will be sold. Everyone is gone. Empty of spirit. Barren. We walked into a house sanitized by one of it's own without the permission or knowledge of the the others. My inner child pulled every dresser drawer looking for closure but found dresser drawers emptied; contents gone. Yes, today, I need to be there for my inner child.