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Chatper Twenty-Eight
Three days later, they finally arrived at the small mud house in the clearing. Misha took one look at the primitive house and burst into a fresh round of tears. "How can you expect us to live like this?" She wailed. Her mother pulled her close and tried to comfort her, stroking her blond hair and murmuring comforting things. Jim tried to put a positive spin on it. “Praise God, this is wonderful! This is just like that time we took that mission trip to Uganda. Remember that, Honey? All the villagers had houses just like this!” He poked his head inside the cabin. "Look, it's great. It will be like we are camping!" Amy, the dark-haired daughter, said nothing, only wrapped her arms around herself and stared around with an expression of dismay. The two grandparents were in too much pai
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