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just happen by magic — someone always does the work.
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
That someone had always been me.
The rest of the trip passed peacefully. We read, walked the shore, collected shells, and talked for hours without interruption. No pressure, no guilt, no endless list of duties.
