Being Different

“They think I’m strange,” she lamented. The mother smiled. She had heard the same about herself. “You’re not strange, child. You are different,” she explained. The girl thought silently before asking, “Is being different good?” She answered the question herself; “I am happy and that’s all that matters, right Mom?”

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