A quote: “We can easily forgive a child who is afraid of the dark; the real tragedy of life is when men are afraid of the light.” ~~ Plato

I’ll start with a story …

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Momma told me “run” and, like we practiced, I went to our hiding space, pulling the door closed behind me and waited. She should come soon and then we’d have apples and honey.

So I waited. Waited. Fell asleep and waited again.

I think I was crying when the door opened, but it wasn’t momma. His voice was soft telling me he was my grandpa. He carried me out and I wondered where my house was. Where all the houses went.

I reached up to wipe the tears from his face. “Where are we going?”

“Far away, dear. Far away.”

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Now, it’s your turn.
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