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play “Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star” on
the piano. I tried home-schooling her last
year, but it left Gracie feeling frustrated.
I eventually caved and enrolled her in
school.
“Whatcha got there, Gracie?”
I walk up behind her. She seems to
be in her own little world, humming a
song I don't quite recognize.
“You ready to play?”
She nods her head.
