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it for her English class. They’d sat together on Isra’s bed, knees grazing, the
                book like a warm fire between them.
                     “You’re going to love these,” Sarah told Isra that night. She placed a

                pile of books on the bed, and Isra scanned them, noticing that a few were
                picture books. She picked up Oh, the Places You’ll Go! by Dr. Seuss.
                     “I know you wanted more books for the girls,” Sarah said. “I think it’s
                really great that you’re reading to them. It will help with their English. You
                don’t want them to struggle with it when they start school like I did.”
                     “Thank  you,”  Isra  said  with  a  smile.  Ever  since  Sarah  had  started
                bringing  her  picture  books  for  the  girls,  she  had  begun  gathering  her

                daughters  around  her  before  she  put  them  to  bed,  a  picture  book  spread
                across her lap. She thought they liked the softness of her voice in English,
                the  sound  of  her  tongue  as  she  pronounced  unfamiliar  words.  A  gust  of
                happiness would fill her in those moments as she watched her daughters,
                smiling wide, looking up at her as though she was the best mother in the
                world, as though she hadn’t failed them every day of their lives.

                     “Is  there  anything  specific  you  want  to  read  tonight?”  Sarah  asked.
                “There’s lots of good books here.” She pointed to a black-and-white cover.
                “A Tree Grows in Brooklyn is one of my favorites, but I don’t know if you’ll
                love it as much as I do.”
                     Isra looked up. “Why not?”
                     “Because it’s not a romance.”
                     “Good. I’m glad.”

                     “Glad of what?”
                     “That it’s not a romance.”
                     Sarah met her eyes. “Since when?”
                     “I just don’t have a taste for romances anymore,” Isra said. “I’d rather
                read a book that teaches me something.” She paused. “A story that is more
                realistic.”

                     “Are you saying you don’t think love stories are realistic?”
                     Isra shrugged.
                     “What’s this? Isra, a cynic?” Sarah laughed. “I can’t believe my ears.
                What have I done to you?”
                     Isra only smiled. “What are you reading in class?”
                     “We just started one of my favorites, a novel about a world where books
                are outlawed and burned. Can you imagine life without books?”
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