I remember sitting in a dull gray room, tears streaking down my cheeks, while signing a form that listed everything she had with her: her backpack, glitter sneakers, the sunflower sketchbook she started drawing in the night before, her sparkly purple headband, and the yellow sweater.
That sweater.
It was her favorite. A soft, bright yellow one with tiny pearl buttons. She wore it almost every weekend. It made her look like a walking sunbeam. I could spot her across any playground when she wore it.
She wore it
almost every weekend.
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