The children reacted in different ways—hurt, confusion, anger, silence—but what mattered most was that they turned toward Mara, not away from her. One by one, they moved closer to her, wrapped around her, and reminded her without words that she was still theirs. Later, when Mara asked me what she should say if Calla ever came back asking to be their mother again, I told her the truth. Calla may have given birth to them, but I was the one who raised them. And by then, all of us knew those were not the same thing.
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