“Because for seventy years, I’ve been more than just a mother—but I’ve never let myself be anything else,” she said. “Now that you’re grown, I just wanted to do something for me. Something that reminded me I’m still a person.” Her words stunned me.
In my frustration, I’d forgotten the decades she’d already given. Maybe this one choice—for herself—wasn’t selfish at all. Maybe it was long overdue.
As the girls played, Wendy revealed something unexpected. “Sandra doesn’t know this yet, but I adopted her. Henry… is Sophie your biological daughter?” “Yes,” Henry said, explaining that his late…
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