“I thought that, too,” Ant said. “I got the pencils from school! All by myself.” The journal reminded Elsa of who she’d once been: the girl with the bad heart who had read books and dreamed of going away to college to study literature. She’d dreamed of one day writing. Do you have some hidden talent of which we are all unaware? Elsa hated that she heard her father’s voice now, of all moments, at this time when her love for her children almost bowled her over and she thought, even in the midst of all this hardship and failure, I have raised good children. Kind, caring, loving people. “I’ll
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