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I drove to my grandmother’s grave and told her I’d finally learned to be independent.
Some people asked if I regretted it. If I’d been too harsh.
I didn’t regret a single second.
Once you stop riding in the back seat of your own life, you learn never to settle for less again.
Harry said his mother deserved the front seat more than I did.
So I gave it to her. Permanently.
And then I drove off into a future that had no room for either of them.
The front seat is mine now. And I’m never giving it up again.
If this happened to you, what would you do?
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