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with crayons, she looked up at me and said, “Mommy, I am glad you are not the sensitive one anymore.”
I knelt down beside her.
“I never was, baby.”
She went back to drawing.
Purple flowers. A yellow sun. A house with a red door.
I watched her for a long time.
Pastor Jim stopped calling after Rachel sent him a copy of the court ruling.
He replied with one continue reading …
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