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need support. She moved out years ago and built her own life. I’m proud of her for that.”
“But she’s still your daughter,” Grandma pressed. “Richard’s daughter.”
Aunt Dorothy jumped in. “With all due respect, Mother, Briana hasn’t exactly been present. You can’t walk away and then come back with your hand out.”
“I’m not asking for anything,” I said. “I’m continue reading …
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