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"That's great. I brought us lots of
sandwiches.” I get down to eye level with
her and show her the fun shapes I
created for our tea party. She smiles at
me, then lurches into my arms.
My life looks perfect. I have it all,
some may say. But why do I feel like
I'm living beneath a ticking time bomb? It
makes no sense. None at all.
