When I was ten, my twin brothers arrived a month earlier than Mom expected.
My parents had planned for five children. That unexpected sixth arrival meant we were going to have to move into a bigger house. I wanted no part of it. My dad found an ingenious solution.
This post is one in a series of short posts including the number 10 in the first sentence, a requirement of the San Diego Writers and Editors Guild anthology submission in 2021.
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