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It had become our tradition.

Junie flopped into my lap. “Mom, are we going to get all the camera colors? We need green and blue and —”

Lizzy tugged my sleeve. “And yellow! That’s for summer.”

I ruffled their hair, feeling so present it almost hurt. “We’ll use every color. That’s a promise.”

My phone buzzed. It was a text from Michael about the delayed continue reading …