The Last MintA Poem by Anna
I think God has favorite people
like a mother has a favorite child; she will say she loves them all equally, and love them all she does. But there is always one she loves just a little bit more. The one that gets hugged first; little things that shouldn't matter like another minute to watch a show and the last mint in her purse.
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