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don’t get to use ‘feel’ there. I did not feel excluded. I was excluded.”
She nodded once.
It was small.
But it was real.
“I was wrong,” she whispered.
I sat very still.
An apology from my mother had always been like rain in Arizona. Possible, but never something you planned around.
She continued, voice thin.
“I let myself believe that because you were strong,continue reading …
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