My Mother Called Me “Damaged Goods” at My Sister’s Baby Shower—Then My Five Children Walked Through the Door

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“Definitely.”

Lily smiled.

“Good.”

Later, after everyone left, I stood alone beneath the glass ceiling.

The room looked completely different now.

The throne-like chair was gone.

The gold decorations were gone.

The judgment was gone.

Only light remained.

For a moment, memories returned.

Damaged goods.

The opening doors.

Mama.

Five children.

A shattered teacup.

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