From Natalie: “When my son was young he always prayed longer than anyone else at the dinner table, silently. He hasn’t said much about what his prayers are about, and it feels like a boundary I shouldn’t cross. The candlesticks on the table were my late parents’. Dad brought them home after the Vietnam War. They saved them ‘for good’, but I do not. Every day we are alive is a good day.”
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