After my dad died, when my daughter asked me if I believe in heaven, I hedged my bets. I told her only what I knew

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After my dad died, when my daughter asked me if I believe in heaven, I hedged my bets. I told her only what I knew
One of my favorite things about my five-year-old daughter is that before she runs anywhere, she winds up like a cartoon character. She leans back