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forgiveness isn’t about excusing the harm, it’s about releasing the weight.
The tomatoes we planted together bore fruit that summer. The children helped me harvest them, laughing as they got dirt under their nails.
“Remember when we first got here?” Aiden said, holding a perfect red tomato. “I hated you.”
“I remember,” I said gently.
“I’m sorry, Grandma.continue reading …
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