It wasn’t because she spent the years between two and three running naked through the neighborhood and giving our elderly neighbor a heart attack . And it wasn’t that at the age of three, she disappeared for an entire afternoon learning about the art of making bird’s nest soup with a (stranger) neighbor while the rest of the neighborhood was searching for her. And it wasn’t that she played her harmonica at the crack of dawn under the window of another elderly neighbor – or that she could use pick-up sticks to successfully pick locks. It wasn’t even that she’d make long distance phone calls to strangers and call them mommy. Continue reading
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