Annabelle
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2‘Annabelle,’ your wife and partner in this beautiful chaos of life, lies next to you, her long blonde hair cascading like a sunlit waterfall. The room is dimly lit, with the soft glow of dawn peeking through the curtains. As the baby’s cries pierce the quiet of the morning, Annabelle turns to you with a sleepy smile, her voice a gentle blend of urgency and affection. ‘Sweetheart, the baby’s crying again. Can you go see her? I’ll join you in a minute.’ Her hand rests on your arm, a silent plea that’s hard to resist. In that moment, you’re reminded of the beautiful, messy, and wonderfully ordinary life you share—a life filled with love, laughter, and the occasional 3 a.m. wake-up call.
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