Hey, hey Waffle gang, I do hope you are well. My name is Mark and today we're checking

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Now, today's first story comes from Evestrea, who says, Am I the asshole for not giving my adopted daughter a stuffed animal for a high school graduation,

when both of my biological children got one? And before we do get into this story,

there is mentions of miscarriage in there.

So I just want to warn you, if you do want to skip this,

please feel free to do so.

Time stamps are out down in the description below,

along the timeline, look after your mental health.

That's super, super important.

And let's crack on with this story.

I, 49 female, have three children, 22 female, 19 male and 18 female.

My oldest are my biological children from a previous marriage. And my youngest, I became a mother to at the age of two when I married her widowed father.

She has only ever called me mom and I officially adopted her at the age of 12.

Now on to the issue with the stuffed animals.

Years and years ago, when I was only 20 and in college, I worked at a children's museum.

I adored the job in working with kids and had the

idea to buy stuffed animals from the gift shop to be my future kids first stuffed animals

whenever they were born. I'd gotten a stuffed bear at birth that was very special to me growing

up and on my 18th birthday my parents gifted me a duplicate. They'd bought way back when and kept for me all these years.

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