We kneel to pray, and as usual, I jostle with my younger brother for the right to rest my head and elbows on the couch. We keep the fighting quiet, or Dad will tell us to knock it off and turn around, and when it’s Mom’s turn to pray, we need the extra support because we know it will last forever. She prays for everything—for each member of our family b…
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