Tomato

And There are Tomatoes

There once was a white foam cup filled with dirt that bright-eyed girl brought home from school. “They’re tomatoes,” she declared and my heart clenched tight. I kill everything they bring home in little white cups. My thoughts swirled. “We have to plant them mommy,” her emphatic declaration only drove the doubt deeper. How do I…
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And There are Tomatoes

There once was a white foam cup filled with dirt that bright-eyed girl brought home from school. “They’re tomatoes,” she declared and my heart clenched tight. I kill everything they bring home in little white cups. My thoughts swirled. “We have to plant them mommy,” her emphatic declaration only drove the doubt deeper. How do I…
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