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Chapter Thirty

Author: Tee Growrich
last update Last Updated: 2024-10-04 21:13:13

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Tasha stood by the kitchen counter, pouring a glass of juice when she heard soft footsteps behind her. She turned, and a smile spread across her face as Claire walked in with Ethan, his backpack slung over his tiny shoulders.

"Look who’s sharp and ready for school!" Claire said with a bright grin, giving Ethan’s hair a playful ruffle.

Ethan beamed up at her, his nervousness momentarily forgotten. "Mom helped me pick out my clothes!" he said, standing proudly in his crisp blue shirt and khakis, looking every bit the brave boy ready for his first day.

Tasha chuckled, glancing at her son with a touch of pride. “He’s been planning this outfit all week.”

Claire knelt down beside Ethan, adjusting his shirt. "Well, you look like the coolest kid in the entire school. You’re going to make a lot of new friends today, right?"

Ethan nodded eagerly, his earlier doubts seemingly erased by Claire’s infectious enthusiasm. “Yeah! I’m ready!”

Tasha smiled warmly, grateful for
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