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every year since childhood.

The evening was wonderful.

People shared stories.

Laughed.

Took photographs.

Celebrated the remarkable young men the twins had become.

My heart felt full.

After the last guests left, I started gathering empty plates.

That’s when Mason spoke.

“Aunt Rachel, sit down.”

I looked up.

Both boys were standing near the dining table.

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