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The next morning, I woke from a beautifully good sleep and managed to stay peaceful even when I heard my mother’s voice in the kitchen. “I cannot make this coffee. It comes pre-ground in a huge bag. Who buys coffee like this?”
“Apparently, our daughter buys coffee like this, honey.” I could almost see him smoothing a hair back from her face. “I’ll buy you real coffee in town. For now, let’s just do this thing and make the kids breakfast.”
“The kids.” I sighed. That was how they saw me, wasn’t it? Still their kid. There was that tender feeling again. I couldn’t decide if I liked it or not.
I took a quick look at myself in the mirror and despaired. This hair was going to garner some commentary, but I just couldn’t care this morning. Honestly, I simply wanted to be with mom and dad. So
