Maybe it wouldn’t be so painful if I didn’t remember the “good ol’ days” when I was a little girl, six years old, having friends over for birthday parties, having the whole family over at Christmas for a big meal prepared by Mom and then singing Christmas carols before we opened presents. I don’t know …
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