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door, ready to gently scold my daughter for taking so long. Instead, my heart sank.
Milana stood there soaked from the rain, trembling all over, clutching a small bundle of blankets in her arms.
“Mom,” she cried, “I had to bring her with me.”
My breath caught in my chest. I asked her what she was talking about.
“She was alone in the store,” Milana sobbed.continue reading …
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