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Finially He went to my father, asking him to
intervene. My faher spoke with him many
times. One day my father visited with me.
He start talking about me and the children
returning to our home. The children need
their home, and miss their bedrooms, and
toys. Please return with them. Think about
it please.

And as I spoke with my father face to face.
I knew he had amazing grace. He told me
family secrets, from long ago. Many things
he had to tolerate, to keep his family in
tact. His endurance was amazing. The things
he did to protect the family, and keep life
secure for my brothers and I. Most men just
would not look away from such events.
Keeping us safe from gossip and such. never
letting my brothers get rough.

He told me I was his heart's delight. Held me
as his baby in his arms so tight. Cared for
me as a mother should. I was his baby, and
always would. Be able to come to him, and
then. I could return there once again.  

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