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end of the call at all.
By Thanksgiving, the excuses had multiplied.
“I’ve been so tired, Mom.”
“Max and I have plans with his family this weekend. It’s his niece’s first birthday.”
“Maybe…
next week?”
Each one came with a different tone. Sometimes sheepish, sometimes robotic, but none of them sounded like my daughter.
She didn’t come to Christmas dinner.continue reading …
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