"Julie, I saw this gorgeous dress while I was out shopping just now, and I bought it for you. I think you'll love it. Come try it on!"Sophie Sanders chirped the moment she stepped through our front door. She knew the password to our door, so as always, she was free to enter as she pleased, and like every single day for the past decade or so, she was here to see my daughter, Julie Williams. For the past 18 years, Sophie had sent her daughter to my house under the pretense of being too busy with work to care for her own child.Sophie's busy work schedule, however, did not seem to stop her from visiting Julie every evening. If anything, she spent more time with my daughter every day than her own, so much so that even my husband, Andrew, could not help but remark, "If I didn't know better, I'd think Julie is Sophie's child instead of the other way round."I watched as Sophie helped Julie put on the dress she had bought, then made her twirl in circles as she crooned, "You're absolut
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