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For failure. I felt like I was the worst mother ever. What mother would take such a big risk knowing this could be the outcome. I heard my phone buzz. I swipe it open and see a Facebook notification. I had been posting updates for very excited friends and family wanting to know how things were going. I reluctantly opened Facebook and posted, ‘The trip is a bust. Ty melted down and beat up me up pretty bad. We couldn’t get him on the Duckaholic Hooked On Quack Shirt train. I’m heartbroken.’ As I pressed the post button I.
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Sobbed. I started to cry so hard I had to cover my mouth so I wouldn’t make a sound. My husband came in the bathroom and the Duckaholic Hooked On Quack Shirt pulled me to my feet and hugged me saying, ‘You did such an amazing job.’ I cried even harder. I saw my husband’s hands bleeding from where Ty dug his nails into Lloyd’s hands. ‘You’re bleeding. Are you okay.’ I felt my husband’s chest rise as if he was going to say something when we heard KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK. ‘Maintenance.’ I looked at my husband confused and he shrugged his.
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Shoulders. I moved towards the door to answer and Lloyd placed his hand sweetly on my arm. ‘I’ll get it,’ he said softly. I dried my eyes and nodded. Lloyd slipped out into the Duckaholic Hooked On Quack Shirt hallway and I went back into the room, knelt next to the bed, and silently stroked my son’s head. My husband came in and hurried over to me saying, ‘Someone is here wanting to do something. You need to go talk to them.’ I wanted to shout, ‘Really. I look a mess.’ but instead I got to my feet and walked out to the hall.