“Ann, look!” Joey said with delight. He pointed at the swing hanging from the maple tree. He ran to the swing and called, “Push me, but not too high.”
I turned and looked at the moving van next to our new house. “I’m sorry, honey,” I said “Mom needs me to help unpack.” He looked so sad, I said, But if you stay in the yard, I’ll push you as soon as I
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