All my love
In 8th grade we were learning the difference between
writing a business letter and a friendly letter.
A classmate signed his friendly letter “with all myÂ
love.” He read it aloud and our teacher insisted he couldÂ
not give anybody all his love. She said, “Not for your
mother, father? Grandparents? This person gets all yourÂ
love?” Don insisted the friend did. The argument lasted aÂ
lively 10 minutes. The teacher finally declared, “You haveÂ
to give a tiny smidgen to God!” She folded her arms and
declared that was the rest of the argument.
2024 Jacqueline Jackson
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