My Honest Daughter
We've always taught Rachel to be honest. Today, I took her to Lemonade Days, a community celebration in Dunwoody, where we live. They had carnival games, except they weren't rigged, like the ones as traditional carnivals. You got prizes even if you didn't win. At one point, my honest daughter told me, "We can either go home or I'll keep asking you for stuff." We went home.
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