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and he stood there for a moment, and then he said, “I’m sorry, Mom. For all of it. For the chair, and the ferns, and the way I let her talk to you. For the money. For not being someone you could count on.” And then, quieter, “Dad would be so ashamed of me.”
I put down my spoon and I turned around and I took my grown son’s face in my hands the way I continue reading …
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