My loving, difficult sister offered to come the weekend before my first child’s birth.
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My loving, difficult sister offered to come the weekend before my first child’s birth.
Before starting my morning ritual, I wipe down the counters. Greasy streaks snake across the countertops, evidence of my husband’s effort to clean up the kitchen the night before.
Gingerly, I hang that old-fashioned orb of sparkle on a pine branch. Glass ornaments can shatter so easily.