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As I stood in the kitchen, the smell of batter filling the air, I felt something I hadn’t in a long time: peace.
Miranda’s choices had been hers to make, and now she had to live with them.
Sophie and Emily giggled as they dumped way too many sprinkles on their pancakes, and I realized the truth: everything I needed was right here.
“Daddy, these are the best pancakes ever!” Sophie declared through a mouthful of syrup.
I laughed, ruffling her hair. “I think so too, sweetie.”
Miranda thought freedom was leaving us behind, but she didn’t know what real happiness looked like.
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