Suzanne is flying back to El Salvador today. And so is a piece of my soul. It's hard, no two ways about it. But she's well-loved there.
When I visited her there last spring, the women in her village told me nobody could love her as much as the people there. They were hoping she'd meet a nice young man and settle down. After all, at 23 she is getting old to be single . . .
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