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Michael's five-year-old face lit up. In the front room, Joseph begrudgingly turned on the music. Jackie, Tito and I stood to one side to let him have his moment. What he produced stunned everyone. This was Michael, shy but confident, knowing exactly what to do. He played the mic, he worked the floor; he sang beautifully. I didn't know where that voice came from.

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