(Warning, this piece is about love)
Masha’Allah, I love the way this sister writes:
“When I was a girl, all I could think of was my family,” she said. “Even before I knew them, I loved them. I loved my husband before we ever met. I loved my sons and my daughters before they were born. When I thought of my future, I could only dream of them. I felt them coming to me long before they arrived.” She extracted two thin packets of gum from her purse. Opening one, she unwrapped and passed a piece to me. The other she lay to rest atop of the hand wipes. A present.
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