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a family right. It’s something you earn. You haven’t, so you don’t have it.”
His face went red. “You’ll regret this when I’m gone.”
“Maybe,” I said. “But I won’t regret protecting my son.”
He left. I went back to the kitchen, plated three specials, and felt nothing but relief.
Later that year, Noah drew our family for school. Him. Me in a chef coat. Three continue reading …
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