An Old Soul of an Indigo Child

Late last night my youngest brother, Mathew, stood by my door and asked me, “Leanna, could I talk to you in private?” Hearing sniffles through his cracked voice, I came out and gave him a hug. He cried and babbled out everything that was bothering him. I literally only heard gibberish then, but after reminding […]

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