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Click the Frog & Hop Aboard!
Genre: Historical Fiction
Word Count: 100
Susan rocked three-year-old Pierre as she watched snow fall outside the window. She kissed his damp forehead.
Six-year-old Caryl padded into the room and climbed up beside his brother. “Can you make him well, Momma?”
She tweaked Caryl’s nose. “He’ll be breaking your toys by breakfast.”
“You’re the bestest.” Caryl’s dark eyes shone. “Why did you become a doctor?”
“I was a little older than you when I watched a sick woman die. Mama sent for the doctor—not once, but four times.”
“Why didn’t he come?”
“To him she was an Indian like us and her life didn’t matter.”