Reader's Choice, Winning Father »
It was one the hottest summers in over twenty years, or so the old timers kept saying. We were in a drought and every Sunday as the preacher prayed for rain, though my head was bowed, I hoped against it. For us, rain wasn’t what we needed most. We were in a race against time. We had no home to live in. It was one of the most defining points of our life that far.
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