My two children only know me one way: flawed.Lilliana, 16, and Sullivan, 11, have spent many hours of their lives watching me painstakingly rearrange the 29 jars of peanut butter in the cupboard again and again and again and again - because it didn't feel right the first three times.I never meant to accumulate that many, truly.
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