Amelia
“Mom! This place is beautiful,” Aria burst out as we drove through the busy streets of New York. After five long years in France, I was finally back on the soil I once called home, this time with my five girls.
“Not as beautiful as Paris,” Aliana muttered, folding her arms. “Mom, can we just stay for a few days and go back? I don’t want to live here. I will miss my friends and school.”
“No, sweetheart,” I said gently. “We are staying , you will make new friends in your new school, I promise.” I turned my gaze to the window, watching the city flash by, hoping quietly that coming back was the right choice.
Five years ago, when I first found out I was pregnant, I thought I was expecting one baby. Life surprised me with five beautiful daughters instead. And life blessed me again as
