So we became a family of two. It wasn’t the life we had planned, but eventually it became a life.
Eight years passed.
So we became a family of two.
I stopped crying every day. Then every week. Eventually, I could say Maggie’s name without feeling my throat close.
That was around the time I started teaching English at a local high school.
I liked teaching teenagers more than I expected to.
My students were loud, sarcastic, funny, and often kinder than adults gave them credit for.
I started teaching English at a local high school.
They gave my days structure.
Then, one Tuesday morning in October, somebody knocked on my classroom door.
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