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sealed.
Then another, already opened.
It was a birthday card.
Happy birthday, my beautiful girls! I hope to see you again soon.
Love, Mom.
A small sound escaped my throat.
“Anna? Honey, are you okay back there?” Jean called.
It was a birthday card.
“Yeah! Just a second!”
I searched frantically through the box.
The dates moved steadily forward through the years.continue reading …
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