Growing Up
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She scrubs, folds, and prepares every room as though order could bargain with the universe for the footsteps she is waiting to hear.
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A family recipe becomes a memory of sticky fingers, sleepy smiles, and love passed down one bite at a time.
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Tiny hands know only that her arms are home, never seeing the battles she fought just to keep showing up.
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Strength does not always look like taming a lion; sometimes it has four small hands reminding a mother why she keeps going.
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A quiet first sign of labor becomes the beginning of a life-changing journey into motherhood.
Between Bruises & Blooms 