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thinking straight, and they are my parents
and wanted to be there for me.
“Thanks again, Mom.” I kiss her
cheek and see her out.
“There’s a lamb stew on the stove’”
she yells as she gets into her car. I hold
Willow close to me.
“That is the kind of mama I want to
be.” I kiss my daughter’s forehead and
smile at the sweet scent of her.
