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

Reed,” she said brightly.

“The boys were arguing with a fountain.”

A few guests laughed automatically.

The tension cracked slightly.

“Which boy?” I asked.

“All of them.”

That sounded accurate.

“Thank you, Rosa.”

She smiled.

“My pleasure.”

Then Jack looked up.

His blue eyes found mine instantly.

His face lit up.

“Mama!”

The word echoed through the room.

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