As my five-year-old came home from a weekend at my sister Lily’s, he blurted out, “Guess what me and my other dad did!”
I burst out laughing—until I realized thay he wasn’t pretending.
And as I learned Lily was in on it, my world tilted.
Lily has always been my rock.
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After Eli was born, she arrived in the middle of the night with soup, cradled him through fevers, and gave me weekends to breathe.
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