Missing What’s Not Missing

I have a confession to make. For the past few years I’ve been consumed with my older daughter’s college journey. From the emotional turmoil of graduation, the preparations for college, and the adjustment of living a day-to-day life without her for the past two years, it seems I’ve neglected a few things.

Like my younger daughter.

Not literally, of course. She’s gotten as much attention from being the only child at home as you’d expect a girl whose mom is using her to compensate for her unbal...