Kind without being weak.
Beautiful without knowing it.
Teachers adored her.
Neighbors praised her.
People constantly told me she was destined for something special.
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My 5-Year-Old Son Pointed at a Woman in a Bakery “Mommy, She Comes to 0ur House When You’re at Work”
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