He ran his hand from my wrist up to the crook of my elbow and then to my shoulder. When I was a little kid, my dad would come to my room at night to say a prayer with me. He used to say, Lord, We know theres a little girl out there whos meant for Henry. Please protect her and raise her up right. His voice changed to something slower and more country when he mimicked his dad. He smiled at the memory, and then he put his mouth near my ear and whispered. You were that little girl.
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Laura Anderson Kurk, Glass Girl.