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the light. Daddy did too.”
They stayed there, all five of them in the garden, digging, dropping seeds, watering, working together like a family that had once been broken and was slowly learning how to grow again.
Then Mia shouted, “Daddy, look!”
She pointed up.
A butterfly drifted above them.
Purple.
It settled on the sunflower seed packet, its violet wings continue reading …
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