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can leave scars they’ll never even see.
When I was 5, my mom took me to Walmart one evening. She bought me a balloon, and on the way out, the wind ripped the balloon from my hand. I started crying, as any 5-year-old would, and a lady who was coming into the store to shop said, “Awwww, sweetie. It’s okay, let’s go get you a new balloon.”
This kind woman,continue reading …
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