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“Then something else is happening.”
She invited me to class. We had a few minutes before school. She kept colorful homemade menus with each child’s name and meal written in crayon on her desk.
My kid Micah was there. Next: “Mom’s Mystery Pie.”
My eyes watered. He dubbed my pie that as a child since I never told him the secret ingredient, only that it continue reading …
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