Marisol still does not speak to me, and I have accepted that silence as her choice. My parents come to Wren’s birthdays, and money is never mentioned. Wren has the lunchbox with peeling stars. She asked whether being kind and being strong were the same thing.
I told her I was still learning the difference. Sometimes strength means a boundary. Sometimes kindness means helping someone after a mistake. The hardest part is admitting you were wrong.
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