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Some days, I'll be sitting at home and thinking of your smiles. I'll be thinking about how you love to draw or color or sing or run around in circles. How you'd grab my hands, hold them tight and never let go. How I never wanted to let them go.
And then I think about where you sleep at night, your journeys and your life stories. During those moments I pray over and over again that you're safe and sound, and I thank God that you have somewhere where you're allowed to be kids, even if it's just for a little while.
And then I stop worrying, because I realize that God has given you strength beyond measure. You will always be stronger than I'll ever be.