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Ruthann Roycroft



May 29th, 2008

A Mother’s Heart

I had always been fortunate in the past. I was a quiet girl and I kept to myself. The sharp-tongued gossips in town had always left me alone. My life was not interesting enough for a discussion in line at the market or over a cool drink in a shady café. I studied, worked hard and spent time with the other girls my age. It was hot where I grew up, especially in the summer. We girls could usually be found down by the stream when our time was our... > Full Story
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