The soft, tearful voice of my sweet nine-year-old daughter, Theresa, shattered the silence. "Do you wish I died instead of Denise?" she asked, her eyes brimming with pain. Just weeks earlier, her twelve-year-old sister Denise had been tragically killed in a school crosswalk by a driver who ran a red light. The loss was unbearable for both of us, but The…
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