March 18, 2026

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Sarah


"I do." Joseph kissed me and my mother cried and we ran and rice was thrown.

My dress was as white as the gates of heaven.

Joe's smile was infectious.

Everything was perfect.

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How could you do this to me, God?

"I love you." I whispered into his sweat soaked hair. His face was so pale. He hadn't smiled in months. Right now, he slept fitfully.

"God, don't take him." I rubbed my baby bump, sitting next to his hospital bed. I hadn't even gotten to tell him I was pregnant yet. "Please, don't take him."

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