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Sharanya and Abigail’s Story by Sharanya T.

Isabel  1932, November 13 We huddled around Ma, praying for the baby. Ma’s face clenched with pain. My twin brother, David, spoke gently to Ma, “That’s right, Ma, push!” I groaned. He’s always the teacher’s’ pet, always Ma’s favorite.The star. Always. I’m the impatient one, an hour early. The red-hot temper, me. I do have […]

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