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And maybe for Dad. Because he chose me, she never did. But he did, and he always reminds me.
I think it’s important for him to see… that I’m trying with Grandma. I’m trying hard.”
Now, watching Skye reach under his chair for the gift bag, I felt my heart swell.
I was nervous for him, and I was scared that Diane would be ugly to him.
“You sure, baby?”
“Yes, Mom,” he whispered back.
He walked around the table, small hands wrapped around the gift bag; the conversation trailed off as he stopped beside Diane’s chair.
Diane hesitated.
“What is this, Skye?” she asked, a pained expression on her face.
My mother-in-law peeled back the tissue paper until the silver frame revealed itself.
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