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It was a beautiful Sunday morning. My family and I had spent the night at our friends’ house. We were getting ready to go to their church, which was conveniently located next door. I was only about 5 years old, and I remember wearing my Easter dress. Its cheerful pink and green floral pattern made me smile, but I didn’t particularly care for its big puffy sleeves.