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Epilogue

"Amanda, would you please come for lunch and bring Patrick and Mike with you," I yell down the hall as I set out the plates for lunch. Amanda is now five years old and looks exclusively like a mini me. Except her eyes, they are like pools of honey, just like her fathers. "coming mommy," she replies, yelling down the hall. I've been called mommy plenty times by now but I still get a warm fuzzy feelin in my stomach every time it happens.



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