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One evening Oliver brought home a drawing from daycare showing three people standing together under a bright yellow sun.
He pointed at the figures and said proudly, “This is my family.”
I hugged him tightly because I realized he was right.
Sometimes family is not the life you expected to have.
Sometimes it is the life you build after everything else falls apart.
THE END.
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