While waiting for my eldest to get out of school, I saw a girl, no older than nine, walking with her nose in a Beverly Clearly book. She was so focused on her book she tripped twice, and was hit square in the face by a stray snowball from the group of boys having a snowball fight beside her. She adjusted her glasses, wiped the wet remnants from her cheek, and kept reading. But for her wispy blond hair and petite frame, I would have sworn I had gone back in time and was spying on my former self.
It’s going to turn out fine, sweetheart.
Just fine.
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| Maya Angelou |
Love and Light,
Faye
Faye McCray 
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