To My Three Sweet Angels,

Years ago, when you all appeared to me, I looked like a grown-up, but I wasn’t. I acted like a grown-up, too, at my jobs, or when I drove my car, or when I spent time with other grown-ups. Grown-ups wear big clothes, have big hands, and big voices; they use big words too. But the truth is, grown-ups are bigger children w…

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To My Three Sweet Angels,

Years ago, when you all appeared to me, I looked like a grown-up, but I wasn’t. I acted like a grown-up, too, at my jobs, or when I drove my car, or when I spent time with other grown-ups. Grown-ups wear big clothes, have big hands, and big voices; they use big words too. But the truth is, grown-ups are bigger children w…read more