The Teller of Small Fortunes

by Julie Leong

“When I light a candle to the Soldier Son, I don’t expect him to appear on the battlefield to shield me, or to bind my wounds when I’ve taken an arrow. I just pray that he lends me a little more courage, a little more strength, than what I’d have otherwise. “What you said…Well, that sounds more like something different, to me.” “Like what?” “Like family, I suppose.”

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