Three hours before the freedom plane is scheduled to depart for South Bend, Indiana, we load into the car and set out for a final lap around the county. I snap one last photo of the kids in front of our beloved, transformed home. The home that bore witness to the stress and anxiety of Motherhood. The home upon which the kids built their self esteem and established their character. The home where we became Black and White, Moore and Thompson. The symbol of the beginning of we over me. Our home—the home of our Real Family.
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