Title: Our Special Way
Source: 100 Word Wednesday: Week 113
Word count: 100 words
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Sandy was a special child. We didn’t realize how special she was until after she was born. In school, her light overshadowed the others, and they treated her differently. Children can be cruel to those they don’t understand.
Sandy wasn’t one of those children. Their taunts fell on deaf ears, and their hatred fell on a forgiving heart. Still, sometimes Sandy cried. Not for herself, no, never that. She cried for them.
At our special spot, the crashing waves drowned their words. The breeze kissed her heart, refilling it with love and compassion. And we spoke in our special way.
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Keep on writing.
Jo Hawk The Writer
Jo Hawk 
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She cried for them. – this was poignant Jo, there’s someone who helped shape her heart that way though
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Perhaps you are right, Gina. I am happy you liked this one.💕
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Really a wonderful post! A lot of praise go to parents who helped raise such a great child. Masterfully, penned, My Dear!
Xoxoxo
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Each child is special in my book and parenting is a difficult job. Glad you like the story 💕
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Thank you for the reblog. 😊
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The scars others can mark on someone’s heart overwhelm even the strongest of people. Beautifully expressed 😊
Isadora 😎
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Yes, life marks all of us in one way or another. I think of it as proof we are alive. Thank you for your kind words Isadora. 😊
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