![]() A Child's StoryThe little girl came to Richstonequiet and shy ... She wanted to draw ... a paper was given. She drew a heart, cut it out then tore it into little pieces. "This is how I feel. My heart is broken." She gave the pieces to me ... Time passed and on her last day the little girl asked for her heart. She taped the pieces together very carefully and said, "My heart was broken and you mended it." |
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