Sunday. An ordinary day. Life was good. But, I didn’t think so. Life was also not good. But, I thought it was.  Sunday. A usual day. Husband at work. Children at school. I’m on a break from work And my house duties.  Sunday. A regular day. Getting a manicure. At a new location. We chat, as usual. Then he calls.  Sunday. Just a day. A phone call c…
