Dreams Are Fragile

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Once, when I 12, I visited my aunt and uncle at my grandparent's house in North Carolina with my sister, who was about 8 at the time.

One sunny afternoon during the trip, my sister and I were sitting on the porch with my uncle drinking sweet tea as we always did when we went down to the South to visit family. As a 12-year-old with a…

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