Family
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“Sister.” Beaner smiled. “Sister.” She looked again. “Sister.” Another grin. The call was full of tiny moments that could have been missed. But they weren’t. Because every time Gabby reached for her sister, Beaner reached back with her eyes. And for one afternoon, love needed no translation.
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Beaner laughs with the kind of smile that reaches places words sometimes cannot. On the other side, Gabby grins back, small hands pressing toward a screen that doesn’t understand it is standing between sisters. One is five, learning the world in her own beautiful language, where love is measured in familiar voices, patient moments, and…
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My sweet boy, I don’t know if you’ll ever understandhow much of my hearthas always belonged to you. You made me a motherbefore I knew what motherhood really meant.We learned together—through sleepless nights,sticky hands,cartoons playing before sunrise,and a thousand little momentsthat no photograph could ever hold. I’ve watched you growfrom the tiny boy who reached…
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I hope you’re laughing. I hope your knees are grass-stained, Your shoes are caked with dirt, And your faces ache From smiling too much. I hope you stay up too late, Catch fireflies in your hands, Tell stories that make no sense, And believe this summer Will last forever. I hope you’re making memories. God…
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They call it a custody battle. But battles have finish lines. This feels more likeHolding my breathFor weeks that become months,Waiting for strangersTo decide pieces of our lives. I wake each morningStill their mother.No ruling can change that.No courtroom can eraseThe years stitched into my heart. Some days hope is loud.Some days fear sits beside…
Between Bruises and Blooms 