Our Mabel

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In a family full of rowdy boys, she was our little angel. Never a whimper, or complaint, she always smiled. Tiny from birth, she looked like a porcelain doll, our perfect little lady. We thought she was the answer to our prayers. We didn’t realize the answer instead was, “no.”

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Submitted to Weekly Writing Challenge. The theme: Tel a story in exactly 50 words.

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