The school bell rang at 3:00 P.M. when I was in elementary school, signaling not just the end of a school day, but that my mom was near. I’d sit in class and gaze at Fall leaves, Christmas trees or hearts scotch-taped to windows. And if I looked hard enough through the empty spaces, I might just see my smiling mom.
I felt incredibly lucky.
Not all kids had the privilege of a mom picking them up from school each day, a mom who didn’t have to work. Even then, through ei…
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If the lessons of history teach us anything it is that nobody learns the lessons that history teaches us. – Anon
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