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

Lily too.

Not completely.

But enough.

Enough that my sister genuinely pitied me.

Enough that she believed I was standing here heartbroken and jealous.

“I promise,” I said gently.

“I’m not jealous.”

“My life is very full.”

Before Lily could answer, Vivian appeared beside us.

Perfect timing.

As always.

“Of course it is,” she said.

“Emma has her little job.”

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