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  • I picked up my baggage and went to the curb at the airport to wait for my ride. I saw a mom with a couple of tired little girls. They were rosey-cheeked and beautiful. She was scolding them, giving them a hard time about their child energy. I was overcome with the desire to whisper in her ear " they could die, you could never see them again. you wouldn't see them grow up, they could die, it could happen"

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