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Chapter 13: Moving Forward

Lily is two now.

She has my eyes and her grandmother’s stubborn streak.

She runs through the gardens laughing, completely unaware of how close she came to growing up with nothing.

Eleanor dotes on her constantly.

And I… I am finally at peace.

I no longer wonder if I’m enough.

I know I am.

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Because I survived.

And I have people who love me for who I am — not for what I can give them.

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