As she cleaned the kitchen, she wished Hannah—and all her children, for that matter—better understood her intentions. She simply wanted to give them their best shot, afford them all the opportunities she didn’t have. As she scrubbed the last pot, she lamented where those opportunities could’ve taken her, had she had them. Her life could’ve been different. She could’ve owned a business, she was sure. She’d had a lot of great ideas when she was younger. Her aunt once predicted she’d be an entrepreneur. Now what was she? A station wagon in motion, according to Madison. A bakery on demand. A chef
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