First published: July.25.2019
A friend’s memory:
My husband was in a mission and had to live in the Arizona desert for a while.
I moved to Arizona with him and stayed in a little house. After a while, I realized how much I hated that place. The heat was unbearable and everything was covered in sand.
All the local people were Aboriginals and Mexicans. I had to stay alone every day at that miserable hut, called home. I couldn’t take it any longer. I wanted to leave and go back home to my family, even if it would cost me, my marriage.
I wrote a letter to my Dad, he was the smartest and I always relied on his opinion. I waited for his reply, to then decide how I will end this unfortunate life of mine.
His letter changed my life forever. The content was only two…
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