“Maybe he just didn’t recognize me because he hasn’t seen me since I was a very little girl,” I said. “No, he didn’t recognize you because you turned out to be a smart, beautiful, accomplished woman despite him trying to take that from you.” I sat back in the seat and cried some more, this time to myself. It didn’t matter anymore that he couldn’t see me because for the first time in a long time I felt like my mother could. He had not won—I had.
