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1 " I looked at Mommy but quickly shook my head. " I don't want to miss her." Becky put her soft, warm hand on my shoulder, just like Mommy used to when I was upset. " Your mom wants to be here with you. She wants that very much. But Jesus wants her with him right now." I frowned. " I need her more than Jesus does. "
