When My Daughter Talked About ‘Her Other Mom and Dad’
It was a typical afternoon, driving home from preschool. Tess sat in the backseat, shoes off, a fruit snack smeared on her leggings, gazing out the window. Then she said it. “Mom Lizzie says you’re the evil one. She’s the kind mom.” My hands tightened on the steering wheel, knuckles whitening. I kept my voice…
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