I am reminded of an episode from my youth. I lived in a foster family with four children of their own. My foster parents were a scant decade older than I, so the children were quite young. One day, when I was in my very late teens, the neighbour lady and I took my foster siblings, her three young ones (and maybe another neighbourhood child or two) shopping at the corner drugstore. Someone looked at us and asked, 'Are they all yours'? We just smiled sweetly and answered, 'Yes'!
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