My Daughter Cut Ties with Me After She Married a Rich Man – a Year Later, She Came Back Crying with a Baby

You raised me without Mom. You worked two jobs and still read me stories and did my hair. I thought if I saw you with her, I’d realize how bad I am at this.”

My heart broke open.

“Gillian,” I said.

“Oh, honey. No.”

She shook her head, tears coming again.

“You were perfect,” she said. “I am nothing like that.”

I actually laughed, a short, rough laugh.

“I was terrified every single day of your life,” I said.

She stared at me.

“No, you weren’t,” she said.

“You always knew what to do.”

I shook my head.

“Your mom was the natural,” I said. “When she died, I was sure I’d ruin you. I burned dinners.

Forgot stuff. Lost my temper when I shouldn’t have. I was scared and tired and guessing half the time.”

She sniffed.

“But you stayed.”

“Exactly,” I said. “I wasn’t perfect. I just loved you enough to keep showing up.”

I reached out and brushed Rosie’s tiny fingers.

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