Maybe this wasn’t polite, but I really wanted to understand him. “But don’t you miss Mom?” My dad gave me a sad smile. “I do. Of course. And would I give up all this personal growth to see her again for even an hour and just clamp her into my arms? In a second. But that’s not a choice. All we have is what we have.” “I miss her, too,” I whispered. My dad squeezed my hand. “It’s okay,” he said then. “Here’s another thing I accidentally figured out: happiness is always better with a little bit of sadness.”
