Sabbatical for the Soul Day 2 Girl Meets World
The boy stood by the doorway, peering cautiously into her room, beads of sweat forming on his brow. The sweat wasn't just from the sticky midsummer heat; it was also from anticipation. His mother was at work, and wouldn't back for a few hours. And a few days ago he'd just discovered her old clothes, stored high up in a corner of her closet. Finally working up the courage, he casually walked into her room. He was a cautious boy for his young age of eleven, but equally na?ve. He imagined t...