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Why I’m Glad My Child Was Raised in a Foreign Country

  I left my 12-year-old son in my neighborhood grocery store’s parking lot for ten minutes. Yes, it was in Florida, but we’re talking late afternoon in the winter, no more than 70 degrees. The doors were locked and he was playing on his phone. And he was 12. Some woman called the police. A …

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