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of conversations. I waited. I hoped. Surely, for something this big, they wouldn’t exclude me. But they did.
One evening, my husband came home, a suitcase already packed in his hand. “Mom wants us to leave early tomorrow,” he said, avoiding my gaze. “They’re getting a head start.”
“Us?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper. “What about me?”
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