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the pain was shared.
And once shared, it was a little less heavy.
By the eighth week, laughter returned.
Lucia helped fold laundry badly but proudly.
Valentina watered plants and asked the name of every flower.
Mia baked with Elena, got dough on her face, licked sugar from the spoon, and laughed like wind chimes.
They sang together in the kitchen.
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