Some of us had RL to deal with.
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He looked at her with big eyes, bright, inquisitive. He cried and world cried too, heart broken into a million pieces, each one counted by the tears she had shed hoping for a miracle. And a miracle he was, with dark hair and dark eyes and a smile that, when he grew older, would break hearts.
No one would mistake him for a child of her womb. That didn’t matter. He was their gift from heaven, quite literally. But it was his laughter that lifted her heart, made her know he belonged to them no matter what he really was.
