You know children are growing up when they start asking questions
that have answers.
John J. Plomp
"Am I different, mom?"
The question startled me. It wasn't a question I was expecting
for quite some time. I couldn't answer right away. I looked into
her eyes, wondering where the question came from. I sighed.
"Yes, baby. You are different."
Tears welled up in my eyes. I held my baby girl. Seven years old
and she's asking me questions now. Questions that deserve to be
"Baby girl, we are all different. That's why God made us
"No, mom." She stopped me. "But I'm different."
And I weep.
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