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real smile.
Small, crooked, sudden.
It broke me open in the gentlest way.
My father put a hand on my shoulder.
“Children don’t need perfect beginnings,” he said. “They need someone brave enough to change the ending.”
I held Ethan tighter.
The next morning, I woke before sunrise.
For a moment, I forgot where I was. Then I heard Ethan stirring in the bassinet continue reading …
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