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October 14, 2004

i sit down on the floor, setting the pink plate of very cheesy nachos between us on the thin blue carpet. There are six nachos on the plate. She sits down on the other side of the plate, and we start snacking. Left behind is physics or math, boys or dresses. We smile and talk of nothing things. On my bed, he sleeps, in a fascinating display of trust. For now, they are happy, so I am happy. For a moment, there isn’t stress or problems, and I’ve managed to feed them and tuck them in and they are alright. For a few minutes, the mother can lay down the book that ends “happily ever after” and imagine that it really does end that way.

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