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drawing. He looked up at me.
Do they not like us anymore?
My heart broke open in the good way and the bad way simultaneously.
I told him it was not about him. That he was the most wonderful, bravest boy in the world. That the choice had been mine, to protect us, to keep us peaceful.
He nodded the small thoughtful nod of a seven-year-old processing something continue reading …
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