Born in the muck and mire among chaos and turmoil, your hearts are pure. An excerpt from the letter I wrote to my son on the day he was born in June of 2020: The world that you will grow up in was broken by those generations before mine, and the people of my generation hurt each other and drew lines in the sand that divided us more than ever. We, all of us before you, cannot fix it. But you and your pure heart can. Of all of the things that I will teach you, perhaps, the most important will be to love.

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