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Isabelle grew into a fierce, lively little girl—curious, stubborn, impossible to ignore. She’d throw blocks across the room in frustration and then burst into laughter when I reread her favorite story for the tenth time. She had scraped knees, endless questions, and a laugh that could pull me through the hardest hospital shift.
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