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kitchen door.
Mia on Elena’s shoulders.
Lucia and Valentina on the table.
Elena folding dresses.
All of them singing.
Lucia’s purple butterfly on the wall beside the window.
Rosa covered her mouth with one hand and cried.
Fourteen months.
No specialist had done it.
No psychologist.
No amount of money.
But this young woman had done it in eight weeks.
Rosa called continue reading …
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