Our shoulders touched slightly like links in a chain, kneeling around a small twin bed, our heads bowed, eyes closed: "Our Father who art in heaven," we mimicked, as mama kneeling at the foot of the bed, led us in prayer. I was four, the second to the youngest child, and the other three were stair steps ahead of me. Hanging...
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