So, yeah, stress. But it was normal, manageable, and predictable.
Then my mom, Naomi, was killed in a car accident on her way to pick up birthday candles for my twin sisters, Lily and Maya’s, 10th birthday. And just like that, every detail of my adult life disappeared beneath the weight of sudden parenthood.
A shattered windshield of a car | Source: Pexels
The wedding seating chart? Forgotten.
The save-the-dates printing? Pending.
The espresso machine we’d registered for? Canceled.
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