My granddaughter placed her tiny arms around my neck. Feeling heartbroken and wounded, she leaned into me and declared, “Mim, you make all my boo-boo’s better.” Wiping away tears, along with kissing and bandaging childhood bumps and scrapes had earned me her trust – and this sweet accolade. Pulling her closer, I held her in …
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