“That means we had the same first birthday,” Sophie whispered, her voice full of wonder.
“And the same curls,” Mia said, reaching out to touch Sophie’s hair as if to make sure she was real.
At that, they both started to laugh and cry at the same time, pulling each other into a tight hug. It was a moment of release, and I felt “something in my chest unclench.”
The Messy Road to Healing
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