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Grandma took hold of my hand. She leaned over and picked something up off the ground. ‘See this little bud?’ she asked. ‘It was supposed to keep growing and turn into a flower. But it didn’t, and no one knows why. Most little buds become flowers, but some don’t. This one died. It will never be a flower now.’ I held the little bud in my hand. ‘Just like our baby,’ I said. Grandma explains you’re not to blame and we don’t always have answers.
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Author: Marilyn Gryte
Also available in Spanish
