Helen on October 27th, 2009

Dear Mom, Do you remember this? A tiny girl sits, a little speck enveloped in the giant, red living room sofa. Tears stream down her chubby little cheeks. “I just can’t read anymore, Mom! It doesn’t make any sense,” I say, dropping the white list of phonetic words on the floor–rat, cat, bat, mat, sat–as [...]

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