I was minding my own business, staring out into the winter dusk and sewing Christmas jammies for my little tiny children, when I heard the doorbell.
At the door, stood a tall young man with a deeply adolescent voice and a driver’s license. In his hand he held birthday gifts for our daughter, who had just turned 16. That is the moment I realized I no longer had any little tiny children.
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