If hearts holds the love of a family close, what happens when parts of that love pull away?
Is it like cookie dough at Christmas?
Are there people shaped holes left behind?
One for Dan and one for Sue and one for Terry Lou?
Can they be reinserted, slipped back in like living jigsaw puzzles that click together with a satisfying snap, or are they like uncaulked seams in a working shower? Messy. Leaky. Awkward.
I think most mothers would take them either way.
Your child is your child no matter what.
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