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Cautious. Defensive.

Her designer handbag clutched like a shield.

For a moment, looking at her perfectly coiffed hair and manicured appearance, I saw myself at thirteen, desperate for her approval, confused by her coldness after Dad’s death.

“The prodigal daughter,” she said, attempting sarcasm, but failing to hide her uncertainty. “Satisfied with today’s continue reading …