What    Makes    a    Mother

I went out last week to run some errands. In the hallway of a building across the street from where I was shopping I saw a little girl who looked familiar.

“What are you doing here?” I said.

“We live here now. Two flights up.”

“You live here?!” I go up two flights. A young Filipina opens the door. I see my old friend sitting on

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