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That night, Natalie took out the baby book she thought she’d never finish. She taped in a photo of the girls—two radiant smiles, two heads leaning together, one heart finally whole. Underneath, she wrote: “Day 2,191: Ava came home.”
As the girls played outside, Natalie watched from the porch, one hand on her heart, thinking of the nurse, the years lost, the milestones missed, but also about grace and second chances. She called out, “Girls, come inside! Dinner’s ready.” They ran toward her, hand in hand, laughter echoing through the yard—twin hearts, one family, and a mother who never stopped believing
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