Life, Love, & Laundry — faded

Remember those lazy summer evenings, the smell of barbecue in the air, kids playing tag in the street until the streetlights came on? I do. I grew up in a neighborhood where community wasn't just a concept; it was a lived experience. Our street was an extension of our homes. We knew our neighbors – not just by sight, but by name. We shared meals, celebrated birthdays, and helped each other through tough times. Our homes were our social hubs, a place to connect, chat, and build genuine relationships. Every summer, our street would erupt in a symphony of laughter...