“Mommy, are you going to come?” Lexi asked, her voice pleading. For weeks, my three-year-old daughter had been excited about the play she was in at her pre-school. “All of the mommies are going to be there. I don’t just want Sally there.” Sally is our babysitter. “Of course, love,” I told Lexi, squeezing her, reassuringly. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”
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