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Months later, the restaurant had a children’s corner. Emily studied speech therapy. The program was called Sunshine. The girls helped other children find their voices.
One evening, in a blue house overlooking the yard, the girls sang at the piano. A hummingbird hovered nearby.
They hugged Emily and said one word together.
“Home.”
And Emily understood.
Home wasn’t a place.
Home was where your voice fit.
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