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Share Your Story {14 of 40 Stories}

Click here for the backstory. When Sam was in preschool he planted a tiny seed in a dixie cup and watched it sprout. He brought the sprout home and we planted it in the flower bed. I have a naturally black thumb — death black, in fact — when it comes to gardening. So I felt compelled to give a warning. “You can’t count on me to take care of your sunflower. You’ll need to be responsible for getting it what it needs,” I said solemnly. “I will,” he said… Read more Share Your Story {14 of 40 Stories}