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looked exactly like herself. Kind. Slightly tired. Real. Aaron clung to her hand, eyeing the pastry display with open curiosity.
My mother greeted them politely, but warmth never entered the room.
“You must be exhausted,” she said to Anna.
“I am,” Anna replied with a small laugh. “That’s part of the job.”
My mother asked Aaron a single question about school.continue reading …
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