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before they ever learned to say “brother.” The name stuck so completely that teachers and neighbors started using it too.
We became our own strange little family.
Movie nights on the couch.
Pancakes on Saturdays.
Homework at the kitchen table.
Tiny stick-figure drawings taped to the refrigerator with captions like:
“Me, Ellen, Ava, and Bubba.”
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