Summary
It has been almost twenty years since I’ve seen a little girl named Dianora.
I think about her, though.
In my mind, Dianora will always be a baby.
Her grandmother, Alicia, cradled her in her arms
when she knocked on the door of our house when we lived in Mozambique.
She was looking for my wife, Sarah.
Bible References
- Mark 5:21 - 43
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