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when I knew how deep the damage went.
My son had been left on a porch on Christmas Eve, and he was apologizing for my mother’s anger.
I stood and crossed the room.
“Caleb, listen to me.”
He looked up.
“You are not responsible for managing adults who hurt you.”
His eyes searched mine.
“I mean it,” I said. “Not Grandma. Not Grandpa. Not Aunt Ashley. Not me.continue reading …
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