I was barely conscious, trying to nurse my crying twins through the agonizing pain of a t:orn ut:erus, when my adult stepdaughter stormed in and dumped a cup of scalding coffee over my lap.

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Scarred.

Steady.

Alive.

My son stirred softly.

My daughter sighed in her sleep.

The house was finally quiet.

And for the first time, completely mine.

 

 

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