Being adopted isn’t always easy for my babies.

When the Tyrant’s temper grabs hold of her senses, it’s like a rogue wave has struck the area. All must seek shelter¬†except me, the mother, who must dive in and somehow calm the seas. She flails and throws stuff; her beloved Teddy doubles as a weapon.

In this way, she’s a lot like her brother, and since both children spent the first few months of their lives in the same Read More

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