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month, I found out I was having a girl. The doctor smiled as she moved the ultrasound wand. “Here is your baby. Strong. Healthy. Very active.” A small shadow appeared on the screen — a tiny hand opening like a star. I cried. Not over Mark. Not over my mother-in-law. Not for the wasted years. I cried because my daughter was right there, completely unaware continue reading …
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