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about how much they’d grown, how beautiful they looked, how excited she was to spoil them.
My Mother-in-Law Gave My Daughter a Cheap Candle at Christmas—Then My Seven-Year-Old Calmly Handed Her a Red Box That Made Her Scream
“Don’t open this yet,” she whispered to Maddie, handing her a velvet jewelry pouch with theatrical secrecy.
Then she turned to Zia with the expression someone might wear when noticing a stray cat on their porch. “Oh. Hi, sweetie. You look… festive.”
