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“Mama, can I put the napkins on the table now?” Ruby asked, clutching a stack of cream-colored napkins decorated with tiny footprints. Her voice was bright, hopeful, eager to help in any way she could.
“Go ahead, sweetheart,” I told her, smiling despite the dull ache in my spine. “Make sure you count out enough for everyone.”
She nodded solemnly and continue reading …
