Silver Linings

by Debbie Macomber

I had the strongest desire to reach out to my mother, needing her comfort once more and not knowing how to explain why.

Each time I’d had a convenient excuse to decline, and after a while they’d stopped inviting me. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d laughed with friends, taken girl time, enjoyed a Saturday movie, or gone out to dinner.

a gift I didn’t fully appreciate until it was too late.

“I need a little pick-me-up talk with my mother,”