Story: Helping Me Up by Bruce Ransom

Story: Helping Me Up by Bruce Ransom

“Are you going to be my new daddy?” she asked directly. “I don’t know,” he said, looking down at the flowery dress squirming beside him on the edge of the living room couch. “I like your mom, but to get married you have to really, really like each other.”

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Story: The Birthmark  by Loretta Martin

Story: The Birthmark by Loretta Martin

I was born with a birthmark that looked like a bruised flower. It trailed along the left side of my face, from hairline to where neck and shoulder met. I grew accustomed to open stares, sidelong glances, and children being chastised for pointing.

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