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November 24, 2011

Those days seemed so long ago as she stood in the kitchen of her small apartment, making dinner for her son and herself in the winterís early twilight. The apartment was in a good neighborhood, but she couldnít help comparing it to her childhood home, the house she had lived in with her ex-husband, and the grand house he now lived in with his new family. His second wife had provided her own children, which they both seemed to consider superior to the first family he had had. The starter family. The practice for the real thing.