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The next morning, Abby came downstairs still clutching her Switch, grinning from ear to ear.
“Can I play before breakfast?” she asked.
She settled onto the couch, and Will sat beside her, showing her how to set up her profile.
I leaned against the kitchen doorway, smiling as I watched them. My daughter was giggling, and my husband stayed calm and gentle, even with his mother hovering like a storm in our lives.
I just hope the storm would settle soon, and that one day, Sharon would learn respect and boundaries.
Some people give gifts with strings attached, using them as weapons to control and manipulate.
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