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  • Arms full of 8 year old, waterworks in a polk-a-dot sundress.

    "Because they don't want to play with me. Because they think I'm weird."

    Tears, tears and not just hers.

    She begs me to hug tighter.

    I crack open, pull her in even closer and hug with all my might.

    "I wish you could kiss my feelings Mommy."

    I wish that too.
    If only I had the power to heal these kinds of wounds.
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