Mary lived in the country, outside a small town. Ben’s family moved next door. She was ten and he was six. Ben’s sister, Dina, was one year old.
In the summer, they played outside. Boy games. Baseball. They camped in a tent in Mary’s backyard. They were imaginative like kids are. They would have been lonely without each other.
They would lie on a blanket on a hill in the yard and watch the clouds overhead and name their shapes.
They grew up and drifted apart. Much later in life, they all found each other again. Siblings of the heart.
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Simple and touching tale of real friendship. Lovely.
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That is a beautiful title, the entire story is compressed in those four words.
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It’s nice they were able to find each other again.
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Some friendships are just meant to be…
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Wonderful story. I’m glad they found each other again.
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Nice trip back into childhood.
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Lovely and uplifting. Siblings of the heart is a beautiful phrase.
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