In the end, I’m proud to say, no tables were flipped.

In the end, I’m proud to say, no tables were flipped.
I don’t even know how we escaped. I’m surprised we’re not still playing that game today.
There’s something so unique and inspiring about it, that it’s hard to put into words.
A terrible decision for your child might be the perfect one for mine.
Getting hurt is easy, not letting it change who you are isn’t.
As soon as we opened the door, she became the most fragile thing in our home.
When you truly accept anything as a possibility then everything is perfect.
What followed was a barrage of sad heart emojis mixed with the occasional, “Stay Strong, Mama”.
It’s everyone’s chance to remember, even if you don’t want to.
They’re looking down on me with a smile or making my ears ring from afar.
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