Monthly Archives: December 2013

Christmas In the Orphanage

Dear Diary, I didn’t know that the big red brick house was an orphanage. To me, it was Grandma’s house. That meant lots of kids to play with–all races, ages, and backgrounds. I didn’t know why they were all at Grandma’s. They were just my buddies who I liked to be with. At Christmas. Grandma cleared one bedroom and covered

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