"I am one of a pair of sisters. Dad left on my 11th birthday. There was no love, no trying and the heartache oozed from every pore of our home and seemed to have frozen mom to her very marrow.
We survived. Never doubted her love or her competence. The only lasting hurt is knowing that she had a love that didn’t take flight the way she wanted."
--Amanda (comment#14)
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
On life and how it turns out
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