She'll remember being teased at school because she was skinny and left-handed. She'll remember sitting on the patio with that boy down the block, hoping that her mom wouldn't see them holding hands. Then she'll write me a letter from a foreign country. She and her husband, the boy down the block, now work in the Peace Corps. What they learned growing up in America was about having a big heart and hope for the world.
Some fairy tales are worth believing in.
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