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At my twins’ fu:neral after they pa:s:sed away in their sleep, my mother-in-law leaned close and whispered, “God took those babies because He knew exactly what kind of mother you were.” Something inside me finally broke. “Can you just be quiet for one day?” I shouted. She sl@:pped me, gra:bbed my hair, and sh0ved me toward the coffin. “Keep talking,” she hissed, “and you might be next.” Before I could react, my daughter suddenly screamed from behind us—and what she revealed next drained every bit of color from my mother-in-law’s face.