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When Jessica was through talking to the group, she returned to the cemetery where her son was laid to rest. She felt the burden of her melancholy lift from her shoulders as she drove home. She prayed the white woman’s group included her son’s spirit on its way to paradise as she contemplated her.
The events of this story are entirely fictional and are products of the author’s imagination. Images included are meant for illustration purposes only. Any resemblance to actual events, places or persons, living or dead, are entirely coincidental.