Three weeks passed, and I returned to the apartment, where I hung two picture frames on the living room wall: Daniel’s faded gas receipt in the one on the left, the adoption papers for the girls in the one on the right.
For over two decades, I’ve used the term “sacrifice” many times when referring to what I do. But while standing there staring at those pictures, I understood that it’s not a sacrifice, just the life I’ve chosen and has chosen me.
I sat on the couch, took out my phone, and opened a contact I haven’t called in twelve years.Diana.
She answered on the second ring.
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