So if you’re reading this and you’ve made mistakes—especially with your kid—it’s not too late. You don’t have to be perfect. You just have to show up.
Again and again. Like, share, or tag someone who needs to hear this today.
Emily, who had taken to reading the letters with me. She picked up a bright yellow envelope and grinned. “This one’s from California, Mom. A single dad…
in my contact list. You are a sunk cost, Elena. He’d said it two years earlier during yet another lecture about my “small thinking.” It had landed…
into bed. I knew this moment would come, and now that it was here, I didn’t know what to say. I sighed, stroking his hair gently. “Dad…
circular drive curved around a fountain that had never once been turned off, not even during the drought years. Manicured hedges lined the path, trimmed into obedient…
