Sports Day at Bright Horizons Preschool was one of those annoyingly perfect California mornings — blue sky, no wind, sunshine so warm it felt like the universe was showing off.I stood on the sidelines in jeans and a white t-shirt, hair pulled back, sunglasses pushed up on my head, watching Nadia tear around the little track like her legs were spring-loaded."Go, Nadi! You got this!"She heard me and spun around mid-stride, pigtails flying, to flash me a grin so big it took up her whole face. Dimples. Missing teeth. A tiny mole at the corner of her mouth.That mole.I'd stopped thinking about where it came from a long time ago.Three years had changed me. I could feel it in the way I stood — shoulders back, chin up, taking up space instead of trying to shrink into it. The woman who'd flinched at Margaret Cheng's dinner table was gone. In her place was someone who ran a foundation, sat on three boards, and had learned, slowly and painfully, t
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