"Mother wanted me to pick up something to do with my hands that wasn't violent. You were bored and better than me." Not something she admits often or lightly- but true none the less. "So I had you show me how you were able to do it so easily. Mostly when we couldn't sleep. We'd come downstairs and I'd make coffee or tea or something for us to drink and...for a little while it was like we weren't little soldiers."
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For a little while? It was like they were normal.