When My Kids Didn’t Show Up, My Neighbor Held My Hand Instead

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And then I did something that made my hands shake for a different reason.

I typed back.

You don’t get to act like I’m precious after you treated me like optional.

My thumb hovered.

I almost deleted it.

I almost softened it.

Because mothers do that.

We swallow pain to keep our children comfortable.

But then I remembered the nurse’s voice.

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