We were barely halfway through the grocery list when my daughters began melting down in stereo. Mila sobbed because I said no to gummy sharks. Laina groaned that Mila’s sleeve was sticky and touching her. It was chaos — the usual kind that makes a mom feel like she’s sprinting uphill in flip-flops. Then we passed the fish tank. Instant silence. Both girls pressed their noses to the glass, entranced. Big silver fish floated in lazy circles, hypnotic. It was the first time all morning I didn’t feel like crying in aisle five. So, I did what any exhausted mom...
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