As the three of us stirred batter, Ethan snuck bits of dough, and Lily danced in her pajamas. I leaned against the counter for a moment, taking it all in—the laughter, the noise, and the ordinary joy.
“You know,” I said, meeting Ethan’s eyes. “You and your sister… you’re the best parts of me.”
“I know,” my son said, looking down at the cookie sheet and smiling.
And in that moment, our little kitchen felt like the safest, sweetest place on Earth.
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