Memories
My life story, presented in a piecemeal manner.
Friday, October 29, 2010
One day when I was seven years old, I saw a newspaper article about refugee children, I think from somewhere in Africa. That night, it was my turn to say the family prayer. I asked for blessings for the refugees.
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