My eight-year-old daughter was on a ventilator when my mother texted, "Bring cupcakes for your sister’s gender reveal. Don’t be useless."
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Chapter 10 / 10
Chapter 10 - A Brighter Tomorrow
Spring returned to the city a year and a few months after that terrifying night in the hospital. The trees outside our apartment bloomed with vibrant pink cherry blossoms, signaling new beginnings and fresh warmth in the air.
I sat at the kitchen island of our newly purchased home—a modest, sunlit house with a big backyard, a sturdy wooden fence, and a tire swing hanging from the old oak tree out front.
My promotion had gone through six months ago, and with the extra income, I had finally managed to buy a place of our own. No landlords,
