“You got yourself through that. I’m proud of you.” Her breath hitched. No one had ever said those words to her before. Not Genevieve. Not her mother. Her mother might have told her she’d done something well, but never that she was proud. Tessie Grimm had never been the kind for flowery sentiments.
Wow…I wonder now at the wounded soul - how the lack of affirmations in life from those we love and trust and look up to can lay the deepest wounds to the soul - like depriving a plant of sunlight and water
