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books, winter clothes, and anything I thought would make the children happy.
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
On my dresser lay the receipt for the holiday meal. I’d prepaid more than $900 for dinner for eighteen people — turkey, sides, desserts, drinks.
No one had asked me to do it. I’d simply believed that giving was how mothers proved their love.
