When I was a little girl, I had a much older cousin. She was very kind and took time to talk to children. I loved her. But the older siblings called her something that I didn't understand. They called her a black sheep. It was difficult to understand what they were seeing in this kind, wonderful person who answered every question a child asked, explained things that others couldn't bother with, and treated me like I mattered. The contrast between...
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