Chapter 13 - Sarah Came Home
Sarah eventually moved closer.
Not because I needed supervision.
She made that very clear.
“I'm moving because I want Sunday dinner.”
“That's supervision.”
“It's lasagna.”
We compromised.
She bought a house twenty minutes away.
Our relationship changed too.
I realized I had protected her from the crisis because I still thought of her as my daughter before I thought of her as an adult.
That wasn't fair either.
“You should have called me,” she said one evening.
“I know.”
“I could've helped.”
“I know.”
“You don't have to protect everyone.”
Harold's letter flashed through my mind.
She was right.
Maybe control could wear the clothes of love from either direction.
I apologized.
Sarah accepted.
Then stole the last piece of pie.
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Some family problems are easier to solve.
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