We share a teary laugh. “I won’t lie—I don’t understand it all. This stuff about your … sexuality? But I’m willing to be the student for once. Because I love you whether you love Romeos or Juliets or both or neither or live out the rest of your days with Dad and me and your garden. No matter what changes or who you do or don’t love, I will always love you. That is the legacy I want for you, not to be the girl who loves too much, but to be the girl who is loved more than enough.” “Thank you,” I say, a little
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