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The tears came hot and fast before we even left the parking lot.
“I know it’s not the same, but Daniel and I would be honored to have dinner with you tonight. I’m sure Pastor Williams and Mrs. Kim would feel the same way.”
“I’d like that.”
The food was cold by the time we reached my home, but there were people in my kitchen, talking, laughing, making it feel like a home once more.
All eight chairs were filled that night, not with the family I’d called, but with the community who’d shown up when it mattered.
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