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“How do you mean your apartment can’t be divided? I was counting on getting my share after the wedding…” he said irritably across a café table during their divorce negotiation
“so much that needed to be done.” said Linda on the phone, sending Emily into a weekend of polished facades and quiet scrutiny
“You’re blind. He’s poor. It’s a suitable match” her father declared as he shoved her into a hurried marriage with the beggar by the mosque
“Your Honor, if you let my daddy come home, I’ll help make his legs feel better” — a six-year-old’s plea silences the courtroom and forces a wheelchair-bound judge to confront a life-altering decision
“Okay, Mom. I’ll figure it out.” David said quietly, his face draining as he stared at the staggering cost of an experimental treatment
“I… I just want to know.” — Liam whispered to David, pleading to be allowed to hear whether his mother truly loved him or only pitied him
«If Roses grow in Heaven» — poem of Kirsten Preus that made me cry
