Dear mom of the boy with the loaves and fishes,
This probably seems the oddest of letters, but I must write to you.
I read about you today. Well, I read about your basket and your son. And, while everyone was marveling over the numbers and the leftovers, my heart reached across the centuries to find you. You, the unsung hero. You, the essence of hope in the midst of routine and dishes and to-do lists. After all, that boy with the loaves and fishes needed someone to pack his lunch, and that fact was not lost on this mama…
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