By Reeve Lindbergh From Reader's Digest Originally in Forward From Here
The night before her eighth birthday, I found my daughter Lizzy weeping in her bed. "I love being seven," she sobbed. "I don't want to be eight!"
I held her in my arms and ...
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The night before her eighth birthday, I found my daughter Lizzy weeping in her bed. "I love being seven," she sobbed. "I don't want to be eight!"
I held her in my arms and ...
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