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offended at first, then swallowed it.
My mother nodded quickly.
“We’ll try,” she said.
“Trying is the minimum,” I replied. “Changing is the goal.”
They met Nora two weeks later.
My mother cried when she held her. My father stood awkwardly beside the couch, looking at the baby like she was both miracle and fragile legal document. When Nora wrapped her tiny continue reading …
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