Are there any happy people in the world? Do you know any?

She walked into the pond. “Stop, Mutti,” I yelled as loud as I could, grabbing her gown. “We are sinking.” My feet sank into the slimy muck.

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We called the waterhole the duck pond even though there were no ducks. We children would splash at the pebbly waterfront but we were not allowed to swim. H…

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