“You’ve always been my home, Mom. You let me live, and breathe, and grow in a safe space, and I will forever be thankful for that.” Mom reached out and squeezed my hand. I gave her a tight grin. “But your home isn’t livable anymore. You have so much work to do. Walls to rebuild. A foundation that’s cracked. There’s a lot of damage, but I think you are more than capable of working from the ground up and creating something so much better than before. And I hope you don’t do it for me or for the men you date or the life you think you want. Not even for the baby growing inside of you right now. I
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