I sat on the edge of Emma’s bed long after she fell asleep.
Her question kept replaying in my mind.
“Why can’t she just be my mom?”
It wasn’t an angry question.
It wasn’t meant to hurt me.
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I sat on the edge of Emma’s bed long after she fell asleep.
Her question kept replaying in my mind.
“Why can’t she just be my mom?”
It wasn’t an angry question.
It wasn’t meant to hurt me.
Continue reading on next page…