I Remarried After My Wife’s Passing — One Day My Daughter Said, ‘Daddy, New Mom Is Different When You’re Gone’

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“You don’t have to be perfect,” I said softly. “You just have to be there.”

“I keep thinking about my mother,” Amelia confessed, sinking onto the window seat. “Everything had to be just so. When I started working on this room, I found myself channeling her without even realizing it. Being strict, maintaining order…”

She gestured at the perfect rows of books and the carefully arranged art supplies. “I’ve been so focused on creating this perfect space that I forgot children need mess and ice cream and silly stories.”

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Tears spilled down Amelia’s cheeks. “I forgot what she needs most is just… love. Simple, everyday love.”

The next evening, we brought Sophie up to the attic. She hung back at first, half-hiding behind my legs until Amelia kneeled beside her.

“Sophie, I’m so sorry I’ve been strict lately,” Amelia said. “I was trying so hard to be a good mom that I forgot how to just… be there for you. Will you let me show you something special?”

Sophie peeked around me, curiosity winning over caution.

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