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” she said.
“You mean taking them,” I replied.
She didn’t deny it.
I thought that was the worst part.
I was wrong.
One night, little Benji came into my room holding an old photograph.
“I was looking for the Christmas lights,” he said softly. “I miss Mom.”
The photo showed our parents standing outside a courthouse.
Behind them were Aunt Denise and Uncle Warren.continue reading …
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