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packing my suitcase, the doorbell rang. Amanda stood there holding bags of juice, crackers, and snacks.
A Week Before Christmas, I Overheard My Daughter’s Secret Plan to Dump Eight Kids on Me—So I Taught Her a Holiday Lesson She Never Saw Coming
“I brought supplies for the children,” she said. “Martin’s waiting in the car, so I can’t stay long.”
“Amanda, I need to tell you something.”
She checked her watch. “Can you make it quick?”
“I won’t be here for Christmas.”
