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Five kids, and she abandoned every one of them. That was the part I could never understand.
A month later, I made the mistake of looking at her social media. There she was beside Calvin—her boss—smiling in some Instagram photo. His arm rested around her like it belonged there, like our family had never existed at all. It shattered me.
Mornings became frantic routines of breakfast, backpacks, and missing shoes. Nights were homework, dinners, baths, bedtime fights, and exhaustion.
I failed a lot. Burned dinners. Forgot permission slips. But somehow we survived.
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