It had been terribly difficult since my mother died, and I was still struggling to manage her responsibilities at the diner. Some days I felt like it would take three of me to replace her. I finished each night far after midnight and drove home with a pounding head and an aching heart. My father was faring worse than I was, however. He was still heartbroken. Daphne, at thirteen, was moody and volatile. It had been a grueling three years,
mom did it, got preggers twice too
