Lovely story... reminds me:
At my grandmas house there are 8 concrete sidewalk squares, one for each of us grandkids with our handprint and name on them from 1983. When she died I wanted to go steal the squares for keepsake. I didn't, pretty sure it's part of city property. But my little 3 yr old handprint is still there, mostly covered with overgrown grass and so faded that you can't read the name above it. But I know it's still there. ❤️

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Writes By Tiffany
Writes By Tiffany

Written by Writes By Tiffany

I enjoy writing articles and poetry about love, pain, healing, and mental health topics. Check out https://writesbytiffany.blogspot.com

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Seriously! like how can you possibly conduct your class properly with all that going on? To be so inconsolable with no proper support, throwing her into class when clearly there is more going on with that child, insanity.

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