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me.”
“No,” Aiden replied. “Someday, maybe you’ll understand what you did to us.”
She left defeated, empty, alone.
Six months passed. My house filled with laughter again—not just from my grandchildren, but from neighborhood children. I’d started Helen’s Art House, giving classes in painting, crafts, and cooking.
The children blossomed. Aiden made honor continue reading …
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