The Gift
Jewish Journal
May 6, 2009
We stood beneath a big tree, me holding her in my arms. Many hours had gone by, and still I had not told her. I did not tell her when I found him, ashy gray, on the bedroom floor the day before, when she called out, “Mommy, why are you screaming?”
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