There were science fairs and fevers I sat through. There were broken hearts I had no idea how to mend, so I made grilled cheese and let them cry on the couch.
There were three different seasons when all three of them seemed to hate me at once. June, at 13, slammed doors. Claire, at 15, refused to look at me for a month. Ava, at 17, told me I didn’t understand a single thing.
I didn’t. But I stayed.
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I missed things, too.
A cousin’s wedding in Denver because Claire had the flu.
A fishing trip I had promised myself for 10 years.
The chance to build my own family.
And Diana, the woman I loved.
Diana waited a long time. Longer than she ever should have. Familyrelationship counseling
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