She smiled, her eyes misting. Sometimes she couldn’t believe he existed—this miracle—grumbling about school and eating cookies like any other boy. She couldn’t believe that she got to be his mother. She spun away from him and turned on the faucet when her tears threatened to fall, overcome by the memory of another mother’s tears. She washed the lone coffee mug in the sink and turned back to the boy, her emotions under control once more. He didn’t need to know any of that yet. The heartbreaking sacrifices already made for him and . . . those yet to be made. No one person should bear the weight
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