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us.
When I was young, I asked her why. I remember standing on a chair so I could see over the counter, watching her spoon food onto an extra plate.
“That one is not for us,” she told me gently. “It is for someone who needs it.”
She said it as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
A Quiet Walk on Christmas Eve
At the end of our street sat a small continue reading …
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