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CNU-At my mother’s Sunday dinner, my sister offered to take my five-year-old daugh…

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plastic, floor wax. My heart beat hard, but Laya took my hand, not because she was scared.

Because she knew I was.

At customer service, a different employee stood behind the desk. Patricia had left Target years ago, but we knew where to find her. Laya chose a mug that said World’s Okayest Employee and a dinosaur ornament.

“She’ll laugh,” Laya said.

“She continue reading …

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