A Mother’s 3 A.M. Wake-Up Call That Taught a Lasting Lesson
I woke at 3 a.m., thirsty and groggy, the house wrapped in that fragile quiet only early morning can hold. The refrigerator hummed softly, the furnace thumped in the distance, and somewhere down the street an alarm clock ticked away. I padded barefoot across the cold floor, poured a tall glass of water, and was…
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