“So do I, baby,” I said, kissing her forehead.
Jack stayed for dinner that night, helping me set the table. As the girls chattered, I looked at him and knew: he wasn’t just our hero. He was family.
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My Landlord Kicked Us Out for a Week So His Brother Could Stay In the House We Rent
in that night, she whispered, “Mama, I love our new home.”
