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how to grow anyway.
Then Mia pointed at the sky.
“Daddy, look.”
A purple butterfly drifted over them.
It settled on the sunflower seed packet, violet wings shimmering in the last light of day.
For a few seconds, it stayed there, as if watching them.
As if making sure they were all right.
The girls went silent in awe.
Mia whispered, “It’s Mommy, isn’t it? Mommy continue reading …
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