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worcester

He has been my only. The author of so many of my firsts. The magician behind the curtain manipulating my future, my emotions, my every day. We’ve never shared a midnight New Year’s kiss. This year, when I am home alone holding our daughter and kissing her perfect cheeks for the last time in 2015, my promise will be to her. To her unborn sibling. To reclaim myself and show my babies how dreams change shape but never fade.