- “Friennds”“Friennds. Friennds.” Her soft, plaintive cry hardly penetrated the stillness of the morning. Five-year-old Amy stood at the end of the driveway and looked both ways. “Friennds. Friennds.” Amy’s family had just moved to their new house. She had to leave all her friends behind but her parents assured Amy there would be new ones here. Mom and Dad stood by the front door, hearts wrenching as they heard little Amy’s voice. Their confident assurance felt a bit hollow at the moment. Asking Amy to stay on the driveway, they retreated to the house to continue unpacking. Every few minutes…
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