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 answered.
“Baby girl, we are all different. That’s why God made us this way.”
“No, mom.” She stopped me. “But I’m different.”
And I weep.
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