I sighed as Debbie snuggled in tight to me, her little body fitting itself perfectly into the nooks of my own. No. I did this for her as much as for me. Because I wanted this little girl to grow up to know she could do so much more than just marry well and make the perfect brisket. I wanted her to see that she could do anything, be anything, from a wife and mother to an astronaut. Okay, maybe not an astronaut. I’d worry too much. But the doors that had been locked for my mother’s generation were merely shut firmly for me. And by the time Debbie grew up, I wanted them open, so she could walk
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