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promotion celebration. A Sunday brunch with matching “MOM” and “NANA” shirts. And Ashley’s baby shower last month—I’d found out about it three days after it happened when my mom casually mentioned it.
These weren’t last-minute hangouts. These were planned. They just weren’t planned with me in mind.
My phone buzzed at 9:00 p.m. A text from my mother: continue reading …
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